What I wish I could change about my way of thought is how I see myself. I mean I’ve come to terms with it a lot better now. It phases me less, I think it about it less and I guess it just doesn’t bother me as much. I try to sometimes pick out what I think the real flaws are and maybe think of ways to fix them. My only real problem is with my actual face. I don’t know how my nose is. I look at other girls in envy because of how perfectly configured their noses are in every aspect, leading them to look almost beautiful in every angle. I was going to point out other things I don’t like but that would take up most of this paragraph so I don’t want to do that. I’ve been making compromises to try and take away that focus on my face by trying to have a decent enough body, growing my hair out, and other things which are perceptibly nice. It is probably a lot more difficult than I thought because it’s such a huge factor. I feel sort of disgusted with myself for even writing any of this because I feel like I should know better. It’s just been bugging me and I hope now that it’s out of my thoughts it will stay out. My face doesn’t matter because no matter who I meet, my personality will just run them off. Unless I find that special someone who ends up tolerating me for unknown reasons. No worries.