I am beautiful. I do not understand how you could say that I am not. Beauty is not only a look but a feeling. I find beauty in many things. Like the sunset and sunrise, the bud of a flower not yet in bloom, the way a girl's hair falls in the wrong place but she does not care. I am beautiful. My mismatched socks and my baggy sweatshirts make me beautiful. The way that i laugh aloud at things that aren't even funny, I am beautiful. So who are you to tell me that I am not? Who are you to tell me that I do not have the perfect body so I am ugly, or that I am not popular so I am incompetent or irrelevant? I am beautiful.