Not Quite.
Look in the mirror, what do you see? For a moment in time, this is what I saw: Hair. Straight, but not quite straight enough. Curly, but not quite curly enough either. Not quite. Eyes. Brown. Not hazel or any other colour that would turn heads. Just brown. And when I smiled, I looked almost Asian. Almost. Just not quite. Nose. Round. Not long or pointy. Not quite as nice as those I saw in the magazines. Lips. Full. Full of colour, full of life. Too full maybe. Not quite as perfectly shaped as that fashion model I saw in the pictures in the Cosmopolitan magazine. Teeth. Gap toothed. Why didn't my parents ever consider braces? They are way too skew. Not quite perfect. Far from it. Arms. Not quite as toned as that star athlete at school. They are actually a bit saggy. Not quite good enough actually. Oh honey and those breasts. Certainly not quite as big as they should be. They don't fill those cups as they should. Quite frankly, they are not what the boys like. They are q...