Write about yourself in the third person
Pale and interesting – that’s what she tells herself. Though sometimes, she wishes she was a little paler, or at least a little more interesting. She wishes that, sometimes, she could be someone who stood out from the crowd. This makes her take a particular pride in the few oddities she does have. There is a clump of eyelashes missing from her right eye. They have never been there. Her nose is punctuated with a freckle which resembles a nose stud, though the thought of needles makes her skin prickle. She is told that her large blue eyes are an admired family inheritance; practice has made her an expert at highlighting them in black eyeliner. Running her hand over her cheeks, she remembers the plump feeling of old. They still colour relentlessly when it’s cold, bringing back dusty memories of the cooing, pinching fingers of faceless relatives. Maybe tomorrow she’ll dye her hair blue. She doubts it.