Don't look at me I'm ashamed of myself. I look at myself in the mirror and I see someone different. I see a girl. She's overweight, small, not good-looking and weird. She probably gives a pity party every second of her life. I'm hoping that someday I could get on with what I'm suppose to look like. Someone worthy of looking at. Maybe I'll try to lose weight. Maybe I'll start combing my hair. Maybe I'll put on a little make up. Maybe I can change my hairstyle. Maybe I can pretend. Someday, I'll finish improving myself. When I do, I'll probably see myself in the mirror and smile. And maybe when I do, I'll probably tell you to look at me.