Quarterback boyfriend,flawless tanned body,natural blonde hair,expensive outfits,honor roll grades,head cheerleader,and you'd think my life was perfect. Although you never get to see behind the masks of popularity and glamor. What society calls pretty is anorexic models and bulimic actresses. What regular teens call pretty are over make-upped hoes. What do I think pretty is? A brave young girl fighting cancer. A single mother working 47 hours a week. A pregnant 14 year old,who was raped,but decides to put the baby for adoption. A man who lost his arm and leg in the war,fighting for us. And a man who was killed for our sins. Those are my ideals of beauty. Don't get beauty confused with stupidity.