at school i wasn't the most popular person.
at house i wasn't the most loved one, not even close to that.im maeve. brown hair, brown eyes. short. 15.
most of the girls dream of finding their perfect princess or prince. but I always dream of getting my crown. being loved by other people. feeting into Brandy Melville. feel something that it's not pain. can eat whatever I want without people telling me I shouldn't. but the thing I have always dream with is loving myself.
when ever I am at the clothes store. Other girls stare at me. I hear laughs and disgusting comments i hope no one ever has to hear. My mom always drags me into the boys section. Saying that that's the only that fits me. I remember once I showed her a really really pretty crop top. she just stared at me. and then said 'you are fat honey you won't fit'.
I can't remember when was the last time I ate it a whole meal. probably when I was like 11 and I really didn't care but what are people saying about me. but now I really do care and sometimes I feel sad because I always promised that little chubby girl, that we would never listen to their comments. but it all started at home. the place where i should run to when i need the feeling of comfort. my safe place. but it wasn't like that.
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Prom Queen
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