Beautiful

I am writing this while listening to the Glee version of 'Beautiful', and it's making me think a lot about what it means to be beautiful, and what beauty is. Personally, I don't consider myself to be beautiful. I am at that awkward stage of adolescence where everything is a mystery to me and I'm still trying to figure out who I am and what I want my life to be. I have braces and glasses and spots. I talk to myself and sing and dance in the corridor at school because I don't care what people think of me, but I never have a good word to say about myself. I can't see how anyone could love me, and I don't know how to love someone else. And it's a sad fact; no matter what a boy may say about it being personality that matters to him more than looks, the looks are what makes him want to learn about the personality.
I feel like no one is ever going to want to learn about my personality.

I know I've made progress in how i feel about myself and my image recently; my Facebook/Messenger profile picture is actually one of me, fairly close up. But I still don't have the confidence in my appearance to post a video of myself singing onto my YouTube account, even though my friends say I should. Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually do it. Just not today. Or any time soon.

Sorry if this post has been overly depressing; I'm just in that kind of mindset at the moment.

I promise to be more positive tomorrow!
Glitterb