I have a lot of work to do to be ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’

I’m a pretty average, average girl.

I’ve had the best childhood, I’ve been blessed with the kind of parents I want, and I’m the kind that will never be judged for my looks.

But I’m also not very good at the world around me, and for that I am incredibly sorry.

I was born into a family of five sisters and a brother, and my mother, a retired nurse, taught me to be a girl from the moment she was born.

Her words and my own were the most important lessons I’ve ever received.

In a society that teaches girls to be tomboys, I’m still very much at the mercy of my body.

It’s a reality that I’ve never been able to change.

I have a thick skin, which means that if I’ve noticed something off or if I have any kind of trouble with a dress, I will always remember to ask my mother to make sure I’m wearing it.

For the past 10 years, I have worn skirts with a skirt in them.

I think about my own body, but most of the time I forget about it.

I also have a soft spot for cute outfits, which is something I’ve always loved, because it gives me something to do instead of worrying about how to dress myself.

I love my clothes, but they’re also the best thing about me, which has made me a much happier person in my life, and it also has allowed me to have a wonderful time.

I love spending time with my friends and family.

But it’s not always easy to be myself around others.

It can be lonely at times, and when I’m alone with a group of friends I tend to become too self-conscious about my looks and my personality.

When I have the opportunity to spend time with others, I often feel as though I’m trying too hard, or that I’m hiding behind a screen and not seeing how my body really works.

And that’s definitely not healthy.

I just try to look like myself and be happy.

I don’t want to feel ashamed, so I try to make people feel that way.

I am proud of my figure and my curves, but I also feel a lot more confident around others, which helps me feel less alone.

When my mother taught me that I should be proud of who I am and that I was good enough to get a girl’s attention, I was always interested in what she would say about it, but my mother didn’t teach me that she knew how to make me happy.

That was my first lesson.

I learned to trust my own feelings and to accept what I see.

As a result, I never wanted to conform to society’s expectations.

In fact, I believe I would have turned out much worse than the girls who got the best grades.

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