Becca Valentine
That is my name. I don't think it's special. I don't think it's unique. People say they are abnormal. Many people say this. But, if they are this word "abnormal" would that make it "normal". I'm not "abnormal", I'm not "normal". I'm me.
I'm not cute. I'm not a genus. I'm not over weight, I'm not skinny. I'm not dramtic, outgoing, cheerful, stupid, amazing, talented. I'm none of those things. I am myself. Am I happy with myself? Of course not. Who is? I do want to change. I wish I could. I've tried. Let me tell you something, you are who you are. There is nothing you can do about it.
Story time. I once met a boy. He was into those pretty, Barbie-like chicks. I was trying to become a Barbie. I did everything for this boy. When it came down to it, he refused when I became that kind of woman. He said something I will never forget.
"Why, why don't you accept?" I whispered with tears staring to flow.
"Why? It's because I hate girls who change themselves for guys. Ugly girls are the worst." He states blankly.
That is why I am me. I am not special. I am not unique. I am not "abnormal". I am not "normal". I am not cute. I am not a genus. I am not over weight. I am not skinny. I am not dramatic, outgoing, cheerful, stupid, amazing, talented. I am none of those thing because, I am me.