I think that I’m really really really ugly. I’m not trying to fish for compliments. But I seriously look in the mirror and think, damn I’m ugly. And it sure doesn’t help my case when I have gorgeous friends. I don’t want to blame them for my insecurities, but I don’t want to bother to try to make…
Gosh, this bothers me so much ‘cause I can’t believe you don’t see how deeply beautiful you are. I’m not complimenting, I’m speaking truth. I look at you sometimes, and think about how pretty you are. Even in choir practice, you can occasionally catch my eyes wandering as the basses and tenors take forever to get their parts. Not only that, but you don’t even wear makeup. And no one’s tried to change that about you. You know why? Because, goshdarnit, you’re frickin’ lovely.
Not to mention your laid-back swag and strong soul. Janine, you don’t even have to try. That’s enviable.
