I look in the mirror and I see myself. Just... me. Average height. Normal smile. Nothing special, nothing terrible. Just ordinary 🤷‍♀️ And apparently ordinary isn't anyone's type. The girls who are "the type" - they have something I can't quite name. Confidence maybe? That sparkle? The way they walk into a room and everyone notices?

I've tried to figure out what I'm doing wrong 💭 I dress nicely. I'm friendly. I try to be interesting. But there's this invisible thing I'm missing, and I don't know how to get it. It's like everyone got a manual on how to be "the type" and I never received my copy. So I'm here just... existing. Being nice. Being forgettable.

The worst part is when people say "you'll be perfect for someone!" 😢 Like I'm a consolation prize. Like somewhere out there is a guy who settles for girls who aren't anyone's type, and I should be grateful when he shows up. That's supposed to make me feel better? That I'm not the girl anyone dreams about, just the one someone might accept eventually?

I'm tired of being the safe option. The backup plan. The girl who's "nice but..." 💔 I want to be someone's "yes, exactly her!" not their "well, she's okay I guess." But I don't know how to become that. I don't even know what "that" is.

Natusya