Why hello fellow Wittian!
Welcome to my little safe place.
I'm Olivia, I'm 14, and a freshman in high school.
I love The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, just reading in general.
I'm a huge fangirl, whether the person be nonfictional or fictional.
My witty quotes are spontaneous and random, and if you read them you'll be so confused about what's going on in my life.
I'm not on here for faves, I can't stand people like that, it's not a popularity contest.
I'm a giant nerd/geek. I'm incredibly cheesy and a hopeless romantic.
You won't catch me anywhere without one of the following things:
ipod, laptop, calculator, book, sketchpad, cellphone, viola.
I don't have any crushes or anything like that, boys have cooties! lol
I usually make these things long, but I'm starting to think no one reads them anyway...
So if we have anything in common, just talk to me
and I'll try to reply in a normal and not unsocial way,
but I can't make any promises(:
You there, stop scrolling for a second.
READ
THIS:
You honestly need to get over your
flaws,
because everyone has them, and see yourself as beautiful.
If you are radiant and confident, other people will see you as
better looking too. Which honestly doesn't matter anyway.
Who really cares about looks?
Why does the world care about appearance so much?
I wish everyone out there just had the ability to
see themselves as perfect because you all are.
Don't complain about how you're fat, or too skinny.
Or your nose is too big, and your eyes are the wrong color.
Your thighs are too big, meanwhile your boobs are too small.
And your stomach isn't flat enough,
yet your butt couldn't get flatter!
You think that your hair is curly and gross, or straight and
plain.
Your legs are stubby and your smile is crooked,
and your skin is too pale and pimply.
You need to stop.
Everyone has imperfections, but that's what makes us
perfect.
The fact that we have little blemishes makes us stand out and one
day you'll find one person who falls in love with these
little flaws.
This person will go to bed thinking about the cute little freckle
you hate,
or those brown eyes that you find so boring.
I hope you know that you couldn't be more perfect to me.
But I guess my opinion doesn't matter much to you girls...
But it should.
I think that beauty isn't determined by the amount of boys
asking you out, or likes on your profile picture.
It's not a measure of your bra size, or your jeans size,
but of your heart's size.
So wipe away those tears you cry when standing in the mirror and
smile.
Smile that quirky smile you hate,
yet someone out there is dying to see everyday.
Stop sucking in that stomach you hate so much and just
breathe.
Breathe in the air that goes through your crooked nose
and close those bug eyes you hate.
Just think about your body and how beautiful it truly is.
Laugh at the fact that all your life you've been trained to
criticize that perfect figure you have.
Release the breath you've been holding in the pretty body and
just know...
Society can't put you down.