Growing up, I´ve never been comfortable in my body. Never loved the way I looked, the way I acted, they way my body type was. Everyone in my family is gorgeous, has amazing bodys and are comfortable in their own skin, and are loved and found love. I´m a 17 year old who cant love herself due to the way she looks. I never thought anybody woukd understand what its like to be a highschool teenager and to look the way I do and be the way I am. But when reading the article ¨A Letter to My Middle-School Self¨, there are some points where ive actually felt a connection or felt the way another person has felt, just by reading. It says, ¨It´ll take your sister dragging you half-conscious body out of a Lil Pump concert for you to realize this. You´re more like a chihuahua than a pit bull¨ (15). Reading that, it triggered my deepest fear and my deepest wounds. There was another part in the article that triggered me. It states, ¨Youre not as big as you think you are. Youre 5´2, weighing in anhumble 118 pounds-- and as a high school senior, you won´t be any bigger¨ (15). I´ve been the same height since the 7th grade. I´ve always been the short one or the shortest person in my class, but i do weigh a little bit more than that. Countinuing on, everyone tells be that people would kill for my body, but I hate my body, so awkward, so imperfect. Strech marks and scares cover my body, and the skin im under i hate. NOt because I´m a differnt skin color, but because what on my skin. I´m a sunflower. Pretty funny, simple, quiet. But if I was a Rose, maybe I would get noticed more, maybe somone would care, maybe someone would love me. I´m a 17 year old, who will be never be able to accpet herself for who she really is. I´ve always wanted to chane the way i look, I´ve always wondered what it´s like to be beautiful. Hopefully someday I know what thats like.