CONFESSIONS OF THE NOT-SO-PERFECT-GIRL

Ever had a bad hair day? Ever been through those moments where you cold just asphyxiate yourself than face the torture of being overweight?How about the times when you don't want to be seen in that ill-fitting dress by that recent crush of yours and you always are? You don't want to be designated as a glutton but you just cannot keep your eyes off the walnut pudding in the party where you have the hottest looking girls to give you competition. And the thought of fitting into that skirt always remains a thought and you never fit into it , leave alone looking good in it.

Welcome to the Materialistic World where I am not the material girl.

Why is that life is so irrational? why is that you do not get the best of both worlds> Why is that you always lack the X-factor to make an everlasting impact? Ponder and you apprehend that GOD (if he exists that is) , is totally biased.

Your neighbor seems to have the perfect hair and you just cannot manage your tresses and end up with a perpetual bad hair day. you are good in academics but that geeky cousin of yours is always around to demean and debase you so that you bear the the angst of being the not the best student around.

You give in all , put your life at stake to get through the dream college of yours, you don't. But you cannot make your parents stop talking of that some random inhumane creature who gets through your dream college.

On the sodden end of grace, your lip colour always ends up bleeding , never lasting long enough for that guy to even see you for whom you did it all.Your dress gets ripped right before you leave for the date you have been awaiting since eons. You always have a sudden volcanic eruption of a pimple right before your fresher party. You were a charming little black dress but someone will always wear something noticeably better.

There are days when i have a credit crunch. I don't have money to buy those shoes in the sale when you see your beloved enemy sporting those charming heels to college, burning a hole in your heart. My daddy aint that rich that he can get me a nose job done neither buy me a Ferrari that my other vices can be covered up. Why is that the perfect girl has money to spend even on the last day of the month. Why is that you have to be satisfied with being "just friends" with guys? why can't men notice you? Rumors afloat of everyone being linked to the hottie except you.

You are always appreciated by tour girl friends about that awesome hairstyle, never y the guy you actually did it for. You have the strongest urge to say a 'hi' but you just can't gather the courage .

Life just seems so biased . You are the docile meek victim of life's tyranny but as someone told me " Think you are among GOD's favorite children and life will be as smooth as you can imagine".