I don’t feel pretty. I have a lot of insecurities, and it’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m just average-looking. I watch the girls around me, the ones who always seem to shine, receiving compliments and attention from strangers. I can’t help but wonder what that feels like—to be noticed, to be desired.

It’s been two years since my last relationship ended, and no guy has shown interest since. I know I shouldn’t let it affect me, but it does. I feel invisible. And the worst part is how much I envy my younger sister. Every guy who meets her falls for her beauty, while I stand there, just the side character in the background.

I know it’s not healthy to compare, but I can’t help it. It’s like I’m just there, unnoticed, while she gets all the attention. I try to remind myself that my worth isn’t defined by how others see me, but it’s hard when I feel invisible to the world around me.