I am pretty.
I am pretty when I'm dolled up in a little black dress with red lipstick and the scent of lavender following my every step.
I am pretty when I'm ravenously hungry and I am stuffing spaghetti into my mouth while a splotch of tomato sauce is dotting my nose like Rudolph the red nose reindeer.
I am pretty when my cheeks are stained with cheap mascara and my eyes are bloodshot from hours of crying due to a non-provoked panic attack.
I am pretty when I wake up in the morning with my bed hair tangled up in a multitude of knots and a bit of drool is dried upon my chin.
I am pretty when I have a migraine and the only outfit I can muster is an oversized hoodie with unmatching sweatpants and a pair of sunglasses that I got for free from a school basketball game.
But, don't call me pretty.
When I die, whether it be today or 60 years from now, I don't aspire to have "A Pretty Girl" sprawled across my tombstone as my sole remembrance.
Tell me I am intelligent; that I am knowledgeable about all that I care about and all that I couldn't care less about.
Tell me I am inspirational; that I am the reason why you decided to face your fears.
Tell me I am adventurous; that I enlightened you to your love of hiking and cliff jumping.
Tell me I am caring; that when you're sick, you can always depend on me for Disney movies and chicken noodle soup.
Tell me I am empathetic; that even if I don't personally know what you're going through, I make you feel like you're not alone.
Tell me I am authentic; that there is no one quite like me in this entire universe and beyond.
Tell me I am radiant; that my optimism spreads to those even in their darkest days.
Tell me I changed your life; that without me, you would have followed a different path.
Tell me I am passionate; that you can feel my love for something oozing out my my every pore.
Tell me I am dependable; that even when you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, you know I will be there.
Tell me I am dedicated; that I am the type of person to never give up despite the challenges ahead of me.
Tell me I am memorable; that no matter how many years pass before we see each other, you will never forget me.
Tell me I brighten up every room; that my laugh is simply inexplicably unique.
Tell me I am loved; that without me, there would be an empty void in the center of your heart.
Please, don't just call me pretty.