Glee had an episode tonight about embracing the way you were born, even the things you don't love. They wore shirts that said their worst traits, and they learned to appreciate them or accept them in some cases.
What would my shirt say? I don't know.
Physically? I immediately think of my chest, and how I wish it was more like the girls you see in magazines. I can't really change that with diet and exercise. I think of my skin... I wish it was clear. But that's a teenage hormonal imbalance.
Mentally? Depressed at times. Insomniac. Panic disorder. Maybe a little manic in moments. But these don't haunt me as much anymore.
I think... "VAIN." That's sad.
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