I do not have a perfect body. I do not have a perfect soul. My absences go unnoticed. I have bad hair days more often than not. I wish I had a perfect fashion sense, but I don't. I've never been kissed. I don't own a pair of oxfords. I am really different than I used to be; I am no longer "cool." He doesn't love me in real life. I don't play sports. I am not sexy. I fight with my parents a lot. I don't have perfect grades. I am not pretty when I am sleeping. I don't understand football; I don't understand basketball. I do not steal the eyes of every boy in every room. My good math grades come with a mass amount of lost sleep. I am flawed in every way.
At the same time, I have a nice body. My soul is better than it used to be. I am occasionally missed. I have a strong sense of fashion. I've never been kissed. I will soon own the greatest pair of boots (I ordered them last night). I am really different than I used to be; I am better. He might love me in real life. I am a dancer. I am beautiful. I have hilarious, generous parents. I get better than average grades. I don't need much sleep. I understand how to use a semi-colon; I understand French. I occasionally steal his attention. I get a good math grade with hard work.
Because of that, this month, I will walk with confidence.
You ought to walk with confidence, too.
Send mail to your cousins.
All my love,