Imperfection

I wake up with a cold sweat and gaze at the clock "3:07am." I grab my pounding head and walk to my bathroom. The first thing I see is the mirror with my disgusting face gazing back into my eyes. I wish I can just replace my face and body with a models. I start leaning over the toilet taking 2 fingers and pushing them toward the back if my throat. I slightly vomit and stare at my stomach. Tears starting running down my cheeks. "Why do I have to be this way?" I whisper to myself as I get up. Opening the cabinet under the sink, I stare at my razor. So tempting. I hear my moms footsteps walking toward my door. In a rush I close the bathroom door and lock it. Wiping my tears and flushing the vomit. *knock knock*
"I heard crying...you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah just a bad dream mom." I respond. I hear her footsteps walking away from the door back to her room. I lay in front of the bathroom door curled up in a ball and sobbing.
I wake up to the sound of my dog barking at my alarm going off. School time. I slip on a baggy long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. I grab my book bag and rush out the door. Gazing at the school not wanting to go in,  I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn around. I see a girl "Is it true you cut  yourself for attention?" I examine her for a while not knowing how to respond. She steps ahead of me and more people create a crowd around us. "Fuck off." I say while trying making my way around her but she blocks me. "Your not going anywhere bitch." she shoves me to the floor. I hear people whispering and laughing. She yells out at the crowd "This girl right here is the exact definition of an attention seeker." She forcefully grabs my arm and yanks down my sleeve to expose many scars, old and new. I pull my arms back to me and run into the bathroom, I hear the crowd of people laughing behind me.