Perfect - In Sid's head

It's time for another of my really personal blogs.
I came up with this subject when I was discussing plastic surgery with my mom (not that I wish to have any done, we just came to talk about it.)
Well, what I want to write about is the way we change ourselves to be perfect; I have, as most teenagers, struggled with my looks and talents, to me it seemed I could never be what I wanted.
My problems with myself was mostly caused by the place I grew up, and mainly the school I went to, I was never good at fitting in at my school, I had few friends, I rarely said anything in class, I spend years making myself invisible. But even though I might have been invisible, I never liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I was well aware that my looks weren't considered ideal by everyone else, and when people around me never told anything nice, I didn't believe there was anything nice to be said.
A thing I've come to realise, mostly after a change of schools, is that it's more important that I feel okay with myself, than people around me think I'm perfect. I've learned to like what I see, if other people have nothing nice to say about me I won't waste me time on them. I have - (this is going to sound like I'm old or something, whatever) - I have in the past spend a long time trying to build up a friendship that then was ruined because I try to appreciate other people as much as possible, but when other people doesn't do the same, it doesn't work.
I'm not perfect, I never will be, but appreciate whatever I am.