Brown Eyes
I hated my brown eyes. I would stand in front of the mirror glaring at them. I wanted blue eyes, like pretty girls had. Everyone said I was beautiful, but I didn't see it. I only liked my black hair.
I only liked my black hair. I would stand in front of the mirror glaring at them. Everyone said I was beautiful, but I didn't see it. I hated my brown eyes. I wanted blue eyes, like pretty girls had.