Fighting For Love

High school was hell for me. I wasn't perfect like all those pretty models strutting around in their stilettos and miniskirts. I was human. I was comfortable in sweats and a hoodie. I would never be like those pampered, anorexic princesses. But those she-devils taught me my most important high school lesson: If someone can't love you for who you are, they don't deserve your love. As hell ended and college seemed just around the corner, I decided that I was going to make my newfound philosophy a reality. I finally decided that I was going to start to feel comfortable in my own skin. I was going to find friends that appreciated the real me and didn't hold me to unrealistic expectations. Everyone deserves to feel loved. Even the school's notorious bad boy. I heard he's quite the fighter.