Blog 1: AP Lang

  Out of all the compliments in the world, “pretty” is probably my least favorite. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an insult. But it’s… basic. Like handing someone a plain cracker when there’s a whole charcuterie board sitting right there. There’s so much more to me than how I look. I’m smart. I’m strong. I’m loyal. I’m kind. I can even parallel park on the first try sometimes. Yet people skip all of that and go straight to “pretty,” like it’s the default setting.

    One time in math class, I couldn’t figure out a problem (okay, more like most of the problems), and this girl looked at me and said, “Well, you’re lucky you’re pretty.” Not a joke. Dead serious. And all I could think was: wow, thanks for reminding me that I apparently peaked at my face. Yeah, I may suck at math, but I’m still a better person than you’ll ever be, and that equation always checks out.

    Being called “pretty” isn’t always the compliment people think it is. Sometimes it’s just proof that they don’t see the rest of you, the smart, funny, stubborn, loyal, complicated parts. Which, if you ask me, are way prettier anyway

if you made it this far may both sides of your pillow be cold

-lil