I watch her move from here to there with incredible grace and finesse. She is a picture of absolute beauty and perfection. Her flowing wavy hair goes halfway down her back. Her complection is perfect and radiant. She doesn't need makeup; her beauty is natural. Her smile is wonderful and her teeth are perfect. Her almost provocative clothing compliments her incredibly sexy body. She can stop traffic with her looks alone. She is beautiful; she is not me. I am as plain as they come. A klutz with acne and scars and hair that does nothing. My clothes are baggy to hide my far from perfect body. My smile is cheesy and my teeth appear to be getting crooked again. However, this girl-this perfect picture-is a bitch. She is a whore. But no one cares. My inner beauty outshines her outer beauty. My personality is like no other; hers is horrible. Guys run to her and look past me, despite what I am on the inside as compared to her. Inside, I'm everything she isn't. But no one cares.