March 15th

Dear Diary,

     Every girl wishes they were more beautiful, right? It's normal. It just sucks. A lot.

     It sucks to look in the mirror and wish you saw something different. I don't want to feel that way about myself, but I do. I used to love myself, strutting down the street like a queen. I used to hold my head high. But that was before my disorder.

Now, whenever I look in the mirror, I see the face of a broken little girl. I see the face of someone with crushed dreams. I see the face of the person I once was.

Most people don't have a star of beauty that shines bright. Or maybe it shines bright on the inside and just refuses to let its light escape. Either way, this world has three types of people:

1. Some people have a star of beauty brighter than the sun itself. But that also means that they have a star of conceitedness that shines just as bright.

2. Others have a star of beauty that shines bright within them, and they know it. They just don't have that star of conceitedness shine at all. It's simply just...there. Only used inside the mind.

3. Most people, however are not either of those. Most people have a star of beauty that is brighter than all the rest. But they are oblivious to it. They think that it's a star of ugliness, not beauty. And that's why their star of self-esteem is almost non-existent.

I don't know which one I am anymore; I have no way of finding out. But maybe I will, someday.

Wish me luck,
Emma