The real me

The only reason i went for the makeover was because i was feeling pretty fucked up inside. And it was one of those free makeover sessions which i thought they did a fantastic job.

How you look has EVERYTHING to do with how you feel.

So for one day. Just one day. i looked ... pretty. Ok pretty is a subjective word but at least i looked pretty to myself.

Since secondary school, i was pretty much the quiet one. I'd naturally shy away from boys. Only those who i were really buddy buddy with i'd be as loud as i was with the girls. My girls were LOUD. They were also very pretty. Not that i felt overshadowed but i had no interest in getting to know other guys.

After my boat quay days, i realised. Quality over quantity. I'd rather someone love me for looking like this



No? I didn't think so either. But someone did. Once upon a time ...