It’s 6:30 a.m. and you’re up for school. Early mornings don’t bother you yet because you haven’t channeled your anxiety disorder into alcoholism yet. You’re up and ready to take on the day.
On your way out you blow a kiss to the five boys on your wall: Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn. You don’t need a boyfriend because you have them. You’re sure those five cheeky lads from across the pond will be a band forever, kind of like the Rolling Stones. Harry is definitely Mick Jagger.
You go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. You look in the mirror and you actually like what you see. Hating yourself doesn’t show up until next year.
Next, you straighten your hair on the hottest setting – so hot you almost burn it all off. You don’t wash your face, because you have no idea what skin care is yet, but you do have a small makeup routine inspired by the queen herself: MacBarbie07 aka Bethany Mota.
Time to get dressed! The possibilities are endless. You settle for black circle skirt, a shirt with a union jack on it and, of course, hi-top converse. The finishing touch is a flower crown because Tumblr told you to.
While you wait for your parents to drive you to school, you open up your favorite app, Wattpad, to read a fanfiction about Harry Styles. In this story he’s a demon, but with a soft side for a skinny brunette named “Y/N.” It’s really romantic when he kills all of her friends and family but she still tries to fix him. That’s true love.
Now, you’re on your way out the door not knowing that in five years you’ll be in therapy. I guess that’s what makes you beautiful.