There once was a girl..

There once was a girl, about 16 to be exact, stood in front of her mirror fixing her hair for her prom night. She had a curvy figure, unlike most girls at her school, and was usually very insecure. But her best friend had convinced her that tonight was her night.

Her date, Josh, had picked out a sleeveless sunset colored princess dress that showed over her arms. And her scars. Her best friend knew and so did Josh. No one else knew or seemed to care and that's how she wanted them to think for so long. The girl ran her fingers over a few of the cuts, each time she felt a one she remembered the reason for that particular one.

This one was after they wouldn't allow you on the dance team because you wouldn't fit the uniform and ruin the "image" of the team

This one was the time they told you that you eat too much.

This one was when they called you too busty and ugly.

She swallowed a lump in her throat that had formed from the memories. "No more." she thought. "They don't control me. I'm.."

"Beautiful." he had opened her door and found her just staring at her wrists. He gently took her left wrist and kissed her cuts. They had stopped hurting a month ago but she still teared up.

He then spun her around once, twice, three times before bringing her to his chest. "Your the strongest person I know." he said placing a kiss on her head. "I'll go start the car."

She nodded and watched him go in his midnight black tux and blood red tie, head down the stairs with keys in hand. She looked over at the shawl she had chosen to coverup her cuts and suddenly didn't want it. She no longer needed it.

With her bag in hand she followed her date to the car, heading to prom. As soon as they entered together, all the girls began to whisper but the girl could care less. She walked past them, hand intertwined with her date's and passed them, earning a gasp from a couple of them.

"Oh my god.."

"Did you see..?"

"The cuts?"

"I didn't know she was depressed."

She looked back and shot them a smile. Sure she had more curves than the average white girl, and maybe her hair wasn't as straight as theirs, and maybe she didn't fit in with the rest of them. But she was glad that she was different and she wouldn't have it any other way.