Not as beatiful as the Monalisa

When i was little i hid from the world with a paper bag over my head because i belived i wasn't beatiful for no one. But with in years of break outs and frizzy hair, the idea of me being " ugly" went away (sorta) Mr. Puberty came after me and left me alone when I 15 or so. But with that thought i still hid from the world and sat behind a garbage can crying my eyes out and asking my self "Why me?" coverd up with braces and glasses wasn't the biggest help ethier yet thier i stood every now and then with a goofy grin and my hand over my mouth.

Make up cant always help, its just thier to add life to your naked face....

But i learned that in my own way.But who am I? human? an alien? a robot from the future?

a ghost from the past? Nope im Helide A. Medina

and Learned to Love myself before i could ever learn to love any body esle.

I still wear make up every now and then, but not to please any one.

I no longer hide behind walls

like a ghost leaking of shadows.

call me ugly, call me pretty

my flaws make me who i am.

Beautiful or not, what grabs attention is personality of the heart.