Megan McCafferty

November 29th, 1996

I should preface this entry with the proper heading: PATHETIC.

I had a revelation yesterday while I was running. The reason I’m so paranoid and preoccupied about my appearance is because being pretty is one of the few things in my life that doesn’t come naturally. (That, and math. Which is another gender issue for another day.) I spent most of adolescence thinking I was ugly. And while I know I’m not hideous, I also know that I’m rarely the prettiest girl in the room. Which is why I’d rather hear C telling me I’m beautiful than smart, funny or talented. I already KNOW I’m smart, funny and talented.

Sick.

Have I failed feminism? Or has feminism failed me?