You don't need Gucci or Tocca or any of those things to prove you're special. It's not about the miniskirts, booty-shorts, mini-tanks, or the "perfect" shoes.
It's not about the length, luster, color, body (or lack of one) in your hair.
It's the face you see in the mirror when you wake up in the morning.
It's those moments when you're so hungry, your cereal disappears in seconds.
It's those times when you blurt out something abnormally stupid or random.
It's the look on your face when you need a cigarette and a bottle of vodka with you when you need to go curl up in a corner and forget the world.
It's the shadows around your eyes, or that piece of broccoli in your teeth everyone sees but no one mentions.
It's when your heart breaks and you feel like you could smother yourself in the tears that drench your pillow.
It's the first time you fall in love with a total stranger that makes you perfect.