A Diary of a Real Woman
Prologue
From my experience as a girl, I have noticed that there is no such thing as a perfect woman. No woman could ever have both brains and beauty; it is always one or the other. You're either endowed by brains or beauty, never both. Take for example, a girl walking down the hallway to her next class, she has the right weight, curves, her hair glistens in the sunlight and her smile brightens up the darkest hallway, men flaunt to her left and right. But do you know what's in her head?
Air.
That's right air. Well maybe I am being a little mean. She thinks about cosmetics from witch weekly and the next guy she is going to play a little bit. But that's about it. Air and cosmetics.
Well I am sorry to say that I was never endowed with beauty like my roommates, Lavender and Parvati. (Poor girls that will listen to that old hack of a fortune teller) But I however, was given brains. Which sometimes I would give in a second to have hoards of guys flock to me, but ironically, to see these girls who have beauty of goddess have no common sense at all. So I am stuck.
All my life I never been skinny as a twig. Even when I met Ron and Harry I was chubby. I was a chubby girl, with buck teeth, and frizzy brown hair. Even now as I am starting my final year I will admit that I will never fit into a size six let alone a size nine.
Sometimes I am actually happy with myself and look at the brighter things in life. But other times, when I look at the girls with boyfriends already it makes me….
Oh here I go again, starting to doubt myself.
Maybe this coming year I will meet someone that who will like me for what I am. But you know guys. Go for the girls with air and looks then ones who are smarter then them.
No.
This year is going to be different. This year I am going to find someone or die trying.
Well not die but you get what I mean.
A/N As you can see I am not going for the cliche of cutsy ugly duckling into a beautiful swan. And I know what your going think. Hermione was beatiful, skinny and this and that. So cliche so stupid. I am not going for that. I want to write something real. Well not real persay but somethings that girls go through. But if you flame this. Fine I had it coming. But take a good look into your life.