I decided to write about my past today. For all those people who know me in real life it would be a shock to find out about my past. Coming to America I changed all about myself - my wardrobe, my attitude, the way I carry myself, my voice, my hair. Everything. People are shocked by the fact that I had only one boyfriend, but who would go out with a nerd. Oh yes, I was a nerd all right. I got the perfect grades. I spent all of my free time reading books, TV wasn't even part of my life. I never had a touch of make up on, I relied on my natural beauty. But with my shy attitude no one saw how charming I could be. No one ever gave me a chance. And I could not change that, for I had an image I could not change. People there knew me from the first grade, and they considered me a buddy. Buddy. I never liked the sound of that. So I didn't really think much when I moved here. I just wanted to get out of my old self. I wanted to be someone I always wanted to be, a heroine from some movie. I wante dot change myself forever and never be seen as a nerdlet again. Not that it's a bad thing. I was just too tired of that. And so I did it. I don't know how, but I changed all about myself. It seemed like fun, spending hours at the mall. Talking like an average cheerleader. Being this hot popular chick. Someone I always wanted to be. But I never realized how important it was to stay true to myself. I neglected to do so and ended up in the deep depression. My image wasn't as important as I thought. I let myself go. Well, not entirely. A lot of people still see me as a hot popular chick. And me? I'm just glad to be attractive not losing the sight of what's really important. Who I am deep inside. Not how shiny my lip gloss is.

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