I am amazing. I am smart, I am pretty, I am worthful. At least, these are the things I've always heard from my mother. And back then I believed her. When you are a kid you tend to believe everything your parents tell you. And they do it for your own good. I guess I got used to all the attention. Everyone would always say how great I was. I was full of myself, but still humble. But something changed. I grew up. I've changed. We all do. And suddenly, I wasn't amazing anymore... I wasn't smart anymore. I would try my best to keep my grades high, but there was always someone who'd be better than me in everything. I wasn't pretty anymore. My whole body changed and I could do a single thing to stop it. I didn't recognize me anymore, I wasn't used to that, but it was me... I had to live with these changes. And I would look at the other girls and ask myself: Why? Why couldn't I just be like her?? Why couldn't I have her blonde hair and skinny body? I wasn't worthful anymore. I felt easily disposable. I was invisible, someone everyone would just forget. It made no difference whether I was there or not. Now, I see that the point is that I could be, in fact, invisible to everyone else, but I was invisible to myself. I barely knew myself. How could I ever want someone to notice me when I hadn't even done that? I grew up a little bit more. Not in height, on my mind. I questioned things I haven't before and I started realizing that was ok to be just... Me. This single way. I've realized that my friends, who were good in all subjects struggled to get their grades that high. It came to my sense that everyone is beautiful in their single ways. Not better, not worse; just different. And it didn't make me unpretty just because I wasn't like them. I learned how to appreciate all kinds of beauty, all kinds of awesomeness. Today, I feel amazing. I feel smart, I feel pretty, I feel worthful. There's nothing wrong about it. I wish I'd believed my mom when she said that.