I know I don't look like the models with their piercing eyes, perfect skin, and tall, thin body. Perfect size breast and their butt, just asking to be grabbed. This every persistent pressure for girls today to base themselves on this ideal model, destroys true beauty that every single women possess despite what they look like. And I'm not sure, but to me, it would seem like there are few guys who do not have wondering eyes. In a way I'm jealous of these women, these flawless looking vixens. Everywhere I look, there's Megan Fox staring right back at me, or a Jessica Alba pasted on some screen saver. And they are stunning, gorgeous women, displayed on every magazine shelf so that even if I enjoyed what pop culture has to offer, I walk away feeling like I've lost just little bit more respect for myself. What is this? Am I really Jealous? No, I have nothing against women looking as stunning as ever, the problem lies not with them, but within me. I feel so...plain, and I wished that even though I'm just the girl next door, it wouldn't even matter. Because you'd see me as a real person who you actually know and love, and in your heart, no other women's tits and ass displayed like item on sale would do. The eyes deceives the heart. Confidence is at an all time low, decaying with self esteem, so that in the end, I want nothing else but to hear that you think I am beautiful. If I spent a hour to do my hair, or just roll led out of bed, eyeliner still smeared under my puffy eyes, I want to be (truly from the deepest part of your heart) the most BEAUTIFUL person you ever seen.