A/n: Ngl I almost cried while writing this, but anyways remember that you're beautiful and like so amazing (especially the people that breathe air) and also that you're not perfect and that makes you 100% human. I don't want to go all sappy and crap or I'll cry and it's literally too early for that but I love you guys (even though your kinda strangers) but yeah... kiss kiss slap slap. 🙂
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As a kid your parents always told you "you're so beautiful" or "you're our beautiful princess". And As a little innocent girl, you actually believed them.
You actually thought you were some beautiful girl. Oh how wrong you were, or at least that's what you thought when you began school.
You were an outsider, everyone only knew you as Kate's Cousin in Law. You were actually okay with being the outsider, but that didn't help you get things done. Especially things that needed to be done by more than one person.
But, Other than stupid group assignments, and awkward school celebrations school was going smoothly. Well if you ignored the fact that you were being bullied half the time.
In all honesty, you have a huge temper and you get pretty pissed off easily. Maybe that scared most people away but it also brought unwanted attention, knowing your weakness many people would use your anger against you.
So you gave up, and just attempted to stop caring. "Words can never hurt you" what a fucking lie that was. The words fat, ugly and pig were scribbled all over your locker. You knew it was true though, or at least you thought it was. Those words were drilled into your brain so far, that you actually believed them. If you didn't, maybe you would have noticed the word beautiful written above them all.
Your parents were wrong, you weren't beautiful. You would never be, compared to all those perfect blondes with blue eyes (no offense), and skinny cheerleaders.
For gods sake you couldn't even look at yourself without wanting to cry. Every time you stepped into the shower, the hot water ran down your body as you laid your head under it. Somehow masking your own tears with the water.
You would roughly rub your body clean, not even trying to look down. You just couldn't- you couldn't look at your own body. It was just disgusting, everything was disgusting.
