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Every. Single. Day.

The girl wandered around every single day, and everywhere she went, she'd hear, "Oh look! It's the brown girl!" At school, she'd hear comments about her ethnicity, "Oh, is (country) part of A----a? Is that why you're so dark?", skin tone, "You look like you were burned in the toaster on the level 5 heat setting," even her food, "Eww. That looks like you scraped all of the garbage from the dumpster and your baby sister cooked it in an Easy-Bake oven."!

The girl was depressed.

Every night, she'd sob herself to sleep, saying sorry to EVERYONE. Her parents, teachers, dog, even the kids who made fun of her every day. Was she doing something wrong? Was something wrong with her? Each morning, she would gaze at herself in her full-length mirror, constantly critiquing her body. She started eating less, in order to burn the non-existent fat in her stomach, she started wearing long sleeves to cover her "dark" complexion, and she started wearing baggier clothes to hide her "scrawny" self. She even thought about self-harm, and worse.

But that wasn't enough.

She started using chemicals on her face and body to bleach her skin, she started wearing makeup every day like the popular girls to seem likable, and she started to reject her cultural foods and eat more "acceptable" foods, such as pizza or macaroni-and-cheese.

Her family caught on.

You may think she was in an abusive household. Complete opposite. They loved and supported her through and through. So one day, she caved. She spilled everything which was happening to her out in streams as giant as waterfalls. All the while, her family listened patiently, waiting for her to finish. When she did, they didn't say anything.

They just wrapped her in a tight hug.

And told her everything was going to be okay.




And, for once, she truly believed that.



A/N: This is based off of my personal experiences. I thought I should end this story with a sense of closure, as a kickstart to this book. Anyways, thank you all for reading! It means a lot to me.



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