There was a time when I was little when all I worried about was what I was going to do at recess. There was a time when people use to admire those with great knowledge. There was a time when my looks didn’t define me. There was a time when school didn't stress me out to the point of breaking. But now everything is different. I'm not little anymore. My looks do define me. People say that it's what's on the inside that matters but people don't look far enough to see beyond it.. People judge and hate on you for not living up to society's idea of beauty whether it be the way you dress or just the way you were made. But tell me, if the world was blind how many people would you impress?