The thing I hate the most about me is so simple, yet equally as complicated.
Now, I know what you're going to say. "What could you possibly hate about yourself?"
I know that I have things that are the objects of envy. I know that my family loves me. I know that my friends love me too. I know that I'm smart. I know that I'm strong. I know that I could have the "Golden Boy" wrapped around my finger.
I'll have you know that I've held hate for almost everything I am and everything I've done.
But I'm not superficial, no. I don't hate my eyes, my freckles, or my smile. I don't hate the color of my hair, even though it's given me more problems than anything. I don't hate how my clothes are hand-me-downs most of the time, and hand-knitted by my mother the rest. I don't hate how nothing ever seems to fit me right, either in size or personality.
I don't hate how everyone knows me as my brother's sister, whichever brother they may be referring to. I don't hate how said brothers refer to me as their little sister. I don't hate that I don't get as much attention as any of them.
I don't hate how the person I love fears being with me. I don't hate how I know we can never be together. I don't hate those looks that I get from him. I don't hate how he's trying to give me up.
I don't hate my friends or my family. I don't even hate my enemies, really.
I don't hate school. I don't hate life. I don't hate myself.
No, the thing I hate…
The only thing I hate is how I used to hate all of those things all at once.
AN: Ginny may or may not be OoC, depending on where you decide to place this ficlet. I was you guys to decide where you want to put it with out my input; after/during/before whatever year. I want to know what you think.