When complexes attack.

My cousin Elizabeth. A girl who wishes to be perfect. She always dreamed of being tall like me. She hated her body and tried everthing to be thin as a stick. She has complexes and wants to be someone with a figure to die for and a hieght to not need to wear high heels all the time. She dosen't realise how perfect she is. She will always be beautiful to me. Her beautiful face will always shine and the fact that she is a little smaller than me makes no difference at all. What matters is that her personality is amazing. Looks should not be the most important thing. I just want her to know that she is truly beautiful in and out.