Mirror, mirror on the wall

You know that mirror that you look at yourself in everyday? -That mirror that tells you you're not good enough.

You're not smart enough, you're not strong enough, you're not skinny enough; you're too thin, you're not talented enough, you're not tall enough; you're too tall, you're not pretty enough, you're not funny enough, you're not patient enough, you're not grateful enough, your boobs aren't big enough, your stomach's not flat enough, you're not charismatic enough, your eyes are too small; your eyes are too big, your hair's not straight enough, your nose is too big; your nose is too small, and ultimately, you are not good enough. 

Yes, that mirror. 
That is the mirror I want to smash into a million tiny pieces and throw into space, because we don't need it on Earth. 

You are perfect just the way you are. 
Don't let the mirror decide for you. 

The 'B' Word... Boyfriend

why don't I have a boyfriend? 
... Is not an important question I ask myself. I don't depend on material objects and other people solemnly to make me happy.. That's just ridiculous. 
I don't need a guy in my life to make me happy, but if I wanted a guy to date in high school it would be like this ...

First of all, its a high school relationship. I'm not going to talk to you about children or getting married. I know the relationships not going to last longer than a year at most (probably) and the relationship is to experiment with what kind of guys I like. 
I want a guy that I can play video games with for an entire afternoon straight, and not be bored. Preferably COD. 
I want to have burping competitions with him. 
If he wants to drink from the milk container, I won't judge him because I do it too. 
I want to see horror and scary movies with him but not at a movie theatre. 
I want him to text me first because he WANTS to. 
He has to be proud of me. 
I want him to high five me when I beat him at a belching contest. 
I don't want him to pretend he cares about the tv shows I watch because I don't care about what hockey teams are winning or losing and what not.
He has to be able to tolerate my dad. 
When I laugh for absolutely no reason at all, I want him to laugh at me (or with me..) 
I will totally make him sandwiches. 

Yeah, that was a fairly loose collection of my thoughts on this subject.

Maybe they'll change tomorrow, next week, a year, or maybe they won't change.

What I do know is that I will never change for a boy, ever.