I became jealous of everything. Silly things.
Of shorter people, of louder people, of people with clearer skin, better wardrobes. Of those people who can pull off big, cheesy smiles. Because that's just the way their face is. It's a big, smiley face. I'm more of a soft, closed-lips smile sort of girl. Not to say that I never smile with teeth, it's just that when I do it looks sort of ridiculous. Which is fine. But sometimes you forget it's fine.
Sometimes you forget that the standard in your mind doesn't actually exist.