“We are like seashells upon the beach, beautiful and unique – each with a story of it’s own to tell. ”
What kind of seashell am I? What story could I tell? I don’t think I’m beautiful or unique. I’m best described as average and awkward. I’m invisible when it comes to the opposite sex. Boys hardly notice me. Whenever I’m with my friend, Becky, they speak to her but don’t acknowledge me. It hurts, of course. I want to be noticed too.
Greg’s approaching. My heart flutters…then my shoulders slump as he walks right past me–the invisible seashell.
Source: The Wellness Hippie