VictoriaUndeadBowers

 If you were to see me you might say I were vain. Anything I walk by I can not help but stare at myself. I walk with such confidence you could say I glide. My smile, I am told, is vibrant and lights up the room. I hold my chin high and have a bitchy disposition. All of this and I have come to realize I am so incredibly envious it is ridiculous. I envy so many people. I can’t help but wonder if anyone is envious of me. Perhaps that’s why I look at myself so much. To find a single flaw on my skin or stain on my teeth sends me almost into an anxiety attack. I only hold my chin high so no one sees how self conscious I really am. I would rather you stare at me than call me beautiful. I am the typical insecure girl who can not take a compliment. My body is my temple I will modify to my liking. I want to be envied in the most sickening way but from my odd looks I cannot stray. :l