On being yourself
by Malin's eating
Those people who claimed they were happy with just being who they were. As if they were just enough, or something. She really couldn’t understand them.
Not that she disliked who she was, she was pretty much alright. Still.
Say someone gave you a chance to be cooler, taller, hotter, smarter.
More elegant, more poised. She’d take it. Like, instantly.