“I want I want” the voice in my head told me, “It’s not impossible.” You’ll just have to go through a few changes, and it’ll be perfect.
“No, you aren’t suicidal. Changing your appearance isn’t the same as committing suicide.” The voice continued to chant, making my ability to judge fairly fade into clouds.

Would I be prettier if I had silky blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes? Would it be worth giving up my jet black straight hair, and my charcoal eyes? Would you place me in your beautiful list?

Another voice stated frantically, “You’re perfectly fine, just the way you are. You’re going to hate yourself when you do some permanent damage to your pure looks.”

Face reality, girl.
You can run away from yourself, but you can never force yourself from being yourself.
Face reality, face it.
You can’t change your blood.

Look in the mirror.
You can’t lie to that girl, can you?
She may be different who you want to be, but who knows?
You might grow into her.

God loves you just the way you are.