adrianne

I am sick of being conventionally attractive. I am 19 years old, white, skinny, and 5’9″. I have reddish brown hair, and gray eyes. I have an hourglass figure, and a small frame. I have the body of a model. Most people would say that I am lucky. I have it all: I’m smart and pretty. Lucky? I don’t know about that.
People expect me to be a certain way because of how I look. Pretty girls are popular, on the dance team, date the cutest guys, party. The social butterfly. The prom queen. Pretty girls like looking pretty. They flaunt their prettiness.
People start talking to me expecting me to be a certain way. They quickly discover that I am awkward, nerdy, and tomboyish. They are shocked that I would choose chemistry as a major. They are even more shocked that I am considering math as a minor.
I’ve been used because of how I look. People like the way they look standing next to me. Earlier this year I broke off a friendship with a girl who treated me as her gorgeous pet. I used to hang out with people who were less likely to use me because of my looks. But one of these friends stopped talking to me recently. She’s jealous of me because I have what she wants.
Boys don’t approach me very often. I get nods, and stares, and catcalls. Only the brave ones approach. Being smart ...