social-negative

Sometimes I wonder if a girl knows just how pretty she is. If she is desperately believing that she looks ugly today because she is wearing track shorts or sweatpants. If she thinks everyone is laughing at her thick rimmed glasses and boyish basketball shoes. If she looks in the mirror thinking her face is unsightly because she isn't wearing makeup today. I want to be the one to tell her what I see. To let her know that I can't stop staring at her when she isn't looking. That I admire her and I wish I looked like her. But then I think of who I am. And because I am also a girl, I can't say anything. The most that I can tell her is an