Content?

What is perfection to you? How do you define a perfect life? Love? Money? Pleasure? Or it is a mixture of everything. I always felt unpretty. The feeling was rather worst during my high school years. Compared to my friends, I have always the ugliest especially when my friends were those popular girls and they had amazing skins and pretty faces. And of course they had boyfriends too. I don't. I had pimples. Pimples were always my biggest issues in school. I was not fair and was awkwardly too tall. To add on it, I have unibrows. I never had a boyfriend until I was 16. My other friends were already dating when they were 14. Even when I was 16, I tried my best to hide my flaws. I wore lots of make ups to school just to cover up those scars and redness and bumps on my face. That has gotten me with minor troubles with either the female teachers or the other girls. They felt that I am a slut for doing so. I was not contented with myself at that time.If I had normal skin like the other girls,I wouldn't even wear the lightest powder on my face. And also because I was awkwardly tall, I walked differently. However, to some girls they just thought that I was showing off,behaving like I am some kind of a super model. Sometimes I get sad when I see my friends effortlessly goes out without any effort to look great but they still look pretty. When I have to layer my face with foundations and cover ups just to look normal. All I wanted at that time was a normal skin. But later things have changed, I found this great product that claimed to have cure acnes. Then when I was 18, things started to look better. I have clear skin, it was rosy and glowing and everyone notices the differences. Even boys start to notice them. Then was when I met my first real boyfriend N. He was great. We enjoyed highschool together. I wasn't the prettiest girl in highschool but I had my share of fame. For a moment there I felt contented. The girls look up to me and they actually wanted to talk to me and be my friend. Boys would come and say I look pretty and all. My boyfriends picks me up from night classes. He brought me to the best places, we enjoyed good food and great time together and I just can't help but to fall in love with him. But somehow things got wrong. My boyfriends got this offer to go to this Uni in the city and I was glad he got in. But I felt terrible because I was just beginning to savour my great moments of being normal and pretty but he will not be around. And long distances relationship proved to be my weakness. When he was away, I started getting know more and more guys. Some of them are way hotter than my boyfriend so I cheated on him with another guy. I was feeling contented because I have never felt so wanted and adored in my life before. I was the popular girl now. I hang out with the prettiest girls and we bitch about other uncool girls. It is a relationship I have always wanted to have just like in those movies, just as fake and as mean.