What could I do to make myself pretty?

Emma, Your body is changing the way it was intended to. Having been through anorexia and bulemia (I thought, wow - dream come true - to just lose weight, lose the desire to put evil food in my mouth, etc.) Well, it was a dream come true for about a month. Then, I got to where I couldn’t make myself swallow. I finally saw a doctor when I started having chest pains. I felt like my entire life was out of control and all I could control was what I ate. Now, that I have recovered and gotten older, I am glad I stopped the anorexia because if I had died, I would have missed my first real kiss, prom, my son being born, getting married, seeing friends I love getting married - my whole life, I would have missed it - because I wanted to be thin. It’s not worth the trade off. As for your looks, what about changing the hair - different style or color (if mom and dad let you - mine would have had a major fit if I messed with the color). But if you go to a good salon, and include mom (unless she’s a total shrew - but ask her advice. She doesn’t know what you’re going through so she’d probably love to have you ask her advice on anything. I know when Chris was your age, he finally asked me about his hair. I helped him dye it blue.) Give mom a try. What’s the worst that can happen. She says no and you’re no worth off. Besides, she probably knows a good place that will do a good job on your hair. DO NOT CUT IT YOURSELF -TRUST ME ON THIS ONE, IT ISN’T WORTH THE RESULT!!! (I looked liked a cracked out squirrell…) Also, if you have really good skin, add some clear lip gloss. And if you can, a little mascara. Most of all, let the Emma inside out. I bet you are funny and kind and if the cool girls don’t think you’re cool enough, its because they’re just too ignorant to know better. They are “pneumocephlytic” (new-mow-sef-lit-ic). Medical for airhead. You are on the crux of womanhood and your hormones are doing the krunk. As an average looking teen (not a dog but not pretty, I ended up with some pretty amazing friends who liked me for me. For my humor. For the fact I walked into walls - yes, true. For the fact I had no clue how to dress or do my hair (my mom was pretty old when she had me so she was pretty clueless). But I look back on those days - and some of them sucked - and there were good times. Me, the average me, fell in love with a guy named Vince. I didn’t think he even knew I was alive. One day, my best friend goes, “Vince really thinks you’re cute.” Me?! No makeup. Not cool. Me, whose birthmark was a double earlobe, so I was a freak? Not pretty. ME?! But sure enough, Vince liked me. He liked my laugh. He liked my eyes. He liked I wasn’t all made up, but natural. And he kissed me on the Fourth of July the moment the fireworks went off (no lie). For that moment, the world stood still. You have those moments coming. A guy who will see your beauty, Emma. The real kind, not the implants or makeup or being a slut. The you. And ask mom about the hair. Give her a chance. You can do this, Emma. You know what your name means? Universe. Wow. Pretty strong name. My name has two meanings: Plain, like a stretch of land and Princess - so I’m a plain princess. I think I’d rather be universe. Write back, Ok? I believe in you and I want you to believe that you aren’t weird looking and that you are pretty.