The truth about pretty girls is that they wake up with morning breath and puffy eyes and those weird sleep lines on their faces.
They pee first thing in the morning and scratch where it itches. They burp sometimes. And fart.
The truth about pretty girls is that they feel bloated when they get their periods. They hate all their clothes and feel ugly and gross.
Pretty girls have dysfunctional families and alcoholic relatives and upheaval and discord in their lives.
They get rejected by boys they like and hit on by ones they don’t. They have broken hearts and feel unlovable and unworthy, often for no apparent reason.
The truth about pretty girls is that if they’re shy, people just think they’re bitchy. And if they let on that they like the way the look, they’re called conceited.
Pretty girls get into fights with their parents, with their best friends, with their boyfriends. They get their feelings hurt. They hurt other people’s feelings.
The truth about pretty girls is that they screw up, then have to apologize. They have to work at relationships.
They don’t have dates every weekend, they don't get asked out by sober guys at the supermarket(like they dream they would) and might not get asked to the prom.
Pretty girls sometimes feel lonely and misunderstood. They wish people would judge them for what’s inside instead of what they look like.
The truth about pretty girls is that they’re smart—if anyone listens to what they have to say.
They fall and they fail. Then they get back up again.
Pretty girls have humiliating things happen to them—like laughing so hard they actually do pee in their pants. More than once.
The truth about pretty girls is that they worry that no one’s going to love them enough to marry them or stay with them forever.
They wonder what they’ll be when they grow up—and are scared they’ll fail.
Pretty girls want their girlfriends around them when they need a shoulder to cry on, a shopping date or just a good laugh.
