Pretty-Unpretty

If I had to make a t-shirt with my insecurities on, like they did in Glee, it would have to be a size 20 at least. I have more than I can count- big nose, wonky teeth, wobbly bits, small boobs, gangly, un-coordinated, difficult skin, bad hair...
Sometimes, I think that i want to be pretty. Pretty people have it easier. I'm nicer to beautiful people. I know I shouldn't be, but it's so much harder to watch a tear drip down a beautiful person's face. Something about beauty makes you want to protect them.
But then, I think and remember my life experiences. Being unpretty has made me who I am. I can take criticism, I am strong. I know people like me because of my personality, not just because I have a pretty face. I am more confident, because I have beaten my demons. I am who I am because of my wonky nose etc. I wouldn't change it for the world, not even for a face like Lily Cole's. I am me, and I am unpretty. And I love it.
This inspired this post, isn't it beautiful?
Yours
Noah
xxxxx