You're 17. You're beautiful. Trust me. You should be confident in that fact. You will not always be 17. (Take great care of your skin now!)

I'm a lot like that too. It's so weird and confusing. Like I think I'm very beautiful (when wearing makeup), but I never think other people are going to find me as pretty as I find myself.

I always say that I don't scare small children. I think I'm okay. Just average. I'm a little fatter than I should be, but I have nice eyes and a reasonably average bone structure. I'm not a fan of my nose and I'm pretty sure that I have no lips, but I'm okay.

I am 17 years old and truthfully think I'm very pretty. I like the way I look and i'm not ashamed of it. Maybe i'm not as pretty as I think I am but truthfully i don't really care

Me too! And the time my mom saw a pack of cigs in my purse, I told her I was holding them for my friend because her mom regularly went through her room and if she found them she'd kick her out of the house and oh my god mom you're sooo much cooler than her mom, so I knew it wouldn't be a big deal if I stashed them…

No lie, I am regularly late to work for a variety of reasons, but one of them is absolutely that it makes my cat grumpy when I leave. When I wake up she always comes over to cuddle and purr, and if I abandon her to get ready for work she pouts and does the angry cat tail swish of doom.

I ditched my friends tonight so i could make (and eat) these garlic and parmesan tossed pretzel bites and drink wine... I don't regret it at all

One of my guy friends and I were invited to the wedding. Everyone from that group of friends had become suburban douchebags. He called me an hour before the wedding and said, "I'm not going —- Im not gonna iron a shirt for those people. "

we did that too to our phis ed teacher, worked every time

Real conversation from about 4 years ago, between me and my husband who was supposed to have quit smoking:

anyway, I like to cultivate a sense of mystery about myself so that nobody expects me to go to events, and if I show up it's a pleasant surprise. It's worked very well for me.

My husband's excuse for not putting away the dishes out of the dishwasher: "I don't know where they go."

as a Canadian woman of mixed aboriginal decent, with relatives who are both men and women I am well aware of all of the statistics regarding the Justice system as it pertains to the indigenous persons of Canada. I am also aware that despite the fact that laws exist such as our Charter of Rights and Freedoms, and that…

The verdict does not mean that the "defence" worked. There was no defence per se. Rather the forensic evidence did not establish guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. In Canada, there is a process when dealing with the standard of proof. In order for there to be a conviction, the trier of fact must be convinced that (1)…

I really hate to be that person but there is no way on earth this guy would have been found not guilty if this were a white girl. This whole story, from the trial itself to the verdict, is disgusting and I just hope she did not suffer long.

that does strike me as bullshit logic, and a bad metric for determining grant funding.

Holy shit, universities in the US are expensive, damn. Where I go to university (not the US), the cost of one year is ~$6 000. Some do cost around ~$11 000, but still... whoa.

It's Mrs. All Canadian, isn't it.

don't worry about it