I hated how plain she looked, then I ended up looking just as plain.

Day 4 of 30: A page from my youth.

Julie X
4 min readOct 18, 2022
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I’d forgotten her name, but I remember how much I disliked her the moment I saw her.

She had just walked into the lecture theatre in her plain blouse and black pants. Shoulder-length hair, undyed, unstyled, framing a face untouched by any makeup.

She’s so plain, I thought. Something about her had curdled something within me. I still remember why I felt that way, it was because something about her had screamed bleakness. As if the way she looked was an expression of who she is.

Unable to help myself, I leaned over to my friend and whispered to her. “I hope I never end up like her.”

I always felt like I didn’t change much, but when I look back at moments like that, I know I have changed.

I didn’t know this then. It wasn’t how she looked that bothered me. It was the fact that I saw myself in her. We were around the same height and build, and we had the same hair color and face shape.

I had developed slowly all my life, so at eighteen, I was still learning how to use cosmetics, buying eyeshadows and blushes and whatnot. Deep down, I couldn’t enjoy it. I hated having a layer of something suffocating my skin. But I wanted to…

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Julie X

A minimalistic millennial trying to make her life mean something.