Hi, I'm Kendra. I'm a 17 year-old senior. I was raised believing I was beautiful. I won pageants among pageants until I entered the modeling world. I learned that there is no such thing as perfection. I'm not beautiful until I fit into that size 0 dress. Size 2 will never be good enough. I want to believe I'm beautiful, but I cannot seem to pry the words from my mouth. I'm fat, ugly, flat chested, big nosed, and an overall unattractive person. No wonder why he left me.