Mandy's Diary at Senior
"God! I've never seen my face on a wall magazine!" Candice exclaimed, touching her cheeks as I taped the support flyer. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. My face is ugly there."
"Don't make it up. You are beautiful!" I rolled my eyes, then stuck to the next piece of paper.
"Do I need to get my nose done before prom?" She touched his nose. "I have a terrible nose, Mandy."
"Nope. Your nose is perfect."
"I'm afraid I won't get support because I'm not as pretty as Rebekah."
I looked at Candice intently. "Listen, you don't have to think about what other people think. You have to be confident. You were born blonde!"
"What is the relation?" he asked.
"That's a privilege." I moved on. I was sure, there would come a time when everyone would not care about their hair color to make it look beautiful and acceptable to society.
