Once upon a time I wished I was like on of those girls;

Those girls that looked like a sunrise and full of light, with a smile that spread to people wherever they went. With a cute ribbon on top of their hair and a dress that laid perfectly where they sat down I would jealously observe them.

How they moved, they way their glance perfectly switched to one face to another in the right moment, which posture they held themselves in the entire time they were talking, how the words just slipped out through their lips perfectly and which position they would drink their glass of champagne in.

Now I would rather just be me;

A sunrise with some clouds here and there, with clothes I felt comfortable in and made my mind slow down for a bit. With loose hair that went into my face – because with that high straight ponytail I felt too much pressure on my scalp – with a smile that maybe didn’t always reach my eyes and with a plastic mug of wine in my hand.

Because it’s not about appearance anymore. No matter how much I try to be that girl with ribbons on her head and looking aesthetically pleasing in front of a camera lens, I would still feel this anxious knot in my stomach.

That wouldn’t change.

It’s about what you feel inside and not about the outside. Remember that when you compare yourself to that other girl. Not that she’s not pretty, but because it’s not always about the outside that reveal someone’s feelings.