my first one.

This is very exciting to me, the fact that Im doing my first blog. But just the word first gets me thinking. But before I get to that, Im going to warn you that my thoughts dont always even make sense to me, so I may be confusing sometimes. Also, when I write something, I tend to keep writing until I get distracted, so these may be long.
So, firsts. The other day, as I sat on a bench in my school lobby, some boy were doing a homework assignment. They had to write about a "first" memory. I was slightly confused by this task at first, and I thought they were trying to think of the first memory they could recollect. I attempted this, and I failed. Epically. But they explained it. By first, they meant like the first time they rode a bike, and things like that. I spent the rest of the period thinking about this. I could recall my first kiss. It was with Shelby. I could recall my first kiss with a boy. It was with Dan. I could remember my very first day of school, and meeting another girl named Lauren who looked just like me. I even remember the shirt she was wearing. I could remember the first time I got to pick out what I wanted to wear for picture day, and how that morning I was stressed for the first time in my life, because I wanted so badly to look pretty. I could remember the first time I fell in love. The first time I had sex. The first time I drank alcohol. The first cell phone I had. The first time I had a notebook for poems. The first best friend I had.
But most importantly, I remembered the first time I felt beautiful. Yes, I know, its weird that it was the most important. But the thing is, it was this past summer, and Im reminded of it every day. I cant say much about it. But there was a girl, who told me I was beautiful. Who told me I was perfect. Sure, Ive been told that before. But how did she manage to make me believe her? I dont know, but I sure as hell did.
Everyday, when I feel unattractive, less than average, boring, plain or dull, I think of her looking at me, telling me Im beautiful. And I feel comfortable with myself. Which is another first. Because everyday I feel pretty, and thats a real first.