the ugly girl at the table

Dinner tonight with Oren, Abby and Stefanie for Oren's birthday. I rushed over from M's cousin's and I had plans to change my shirt or do something to my hair but alas I didn't have time. I knew Abby and Stefanie would be dressed nicely, like they always are, very cute and hip. I'm just not one of those girls. No matter how I try, I guess I don't have the energy.

It was a good dinner and we, as always, have great conversations but I couldn't help but feel a little bit like the ugly girl at the table. Like people walking by would look at the table and wonder what I was doing there. It's my own insecurities that have me saying this; it has nothing to do with anything else.