i wish i looked like her...

I wish I was like her. Her beautiful hair that falls perfectly without even trying. Her gorgeous eyes that somehow make everyone stop and look at her when she walks into a room. The way she smiles so naturally, like confidence was made for her. Everything about her seems effortless, and everything about me feels like something I have to hide. Sometimes I stare at girls like that and wonder what it must feel like to wake up and actually love what you see in the mirror. To not pick yourself apart over every little detail. To not compare your face, your body, your skin, your hair, your voice, your laugh, your existence, to everyone around you. I keep thinking maybe if I looked like her, people would notice me more. Maybe they’d listen when I talk. Maybe I’d finally feel pretty enough, good enough, worth enough. But instead, I look at myself and only see flaws. Things I wish I could change. Things I wish were softer, prettier, smaller, clearer, better. And the worst part is how exhausting it gets. Pretending you’re okay with yourself when deep down you’re constantly comparing. Seeing someone beautiful and immediately feeling your heart sink because you know you’ll never look like that. Watching everyone praise girls like her while you quietly wonder if anyone would ever describe you the same way. I wish people understood how painful comparison can be. How one glance at someone else can ruin your confidence for the rest of the day. How you can smile on the outside while secretly wishing you could trade every part of yourself for someone prettier. But maybe beauty isn’t as simple as becoming somebody else. Maybe the reason she shines is because she’s comfortable being herself — and maybe one day I’ll learn how to do that too. Right now, though, I’m still stuck between wanting to be me… and wishing I looked like her