Perfection

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Why is everyone always so perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect makeup, perfect messy buns, perfect everything. I think some people are born to be absolutely flawless. They get everything they want no questions asked. They are the ones who get the gorgeous boyfriends, they are the ones who get a car for their 16th birthday. I didn't get anything for mine. No one remembered.  I have those perfection girls at my schools. Their like the girls out of mean girls. And they are really mean! Yesterday they made fun of a girl at school cause she got food in her braces. I need braces desperately but my new stepfather said he isn't forking out a load of money for that stupid reason, and that's putting his words nicely. Why are some people perfect like queens  and others are like their ugly servants. Like Cinderella and the ugly stepsister. I'm the ugly stepsister all right. Brown frizzy hair that never stays the way I want it to. Crooked teeth in need of braces. Ugly pale face which goes tomato red whenever I'm embarrassed. My eyes are dull brown. I blend in the crowd. There is nothing special about me whatsoever. 

That's how I started feeling when I was 10. Girls at school started bullying me for being fat. I hated it. I was scared to go to school and would stay home " sick" most days. Mum must of suspected something but she didn't let on. Then I made a decision. I would stop eating, lose weight and show those bullies. I starved myself. I never ate. I started becoming skinnier and skinnier. But no one noticed mum was to caught up in her new boyfriend which she thought I didn't know about. I was hungry every day but I refused to eat anything but fruit occasionally. I became anorexic One day when we were getting changed for Pe, a girl gasped. Looked at me and said " Ewww she is so skinny." The teacher heard and I was rushed to the doctor. Mum cried saying she was a horrible mother. I lay in a hospital bed night and day while they pumped something into me. I had loads of counseling after. No one from school visited me. I guess no one cared. It was just me, alone in a strange white bed that wasn't mine. That was a horrible summer holidays. 

Authors note 

Hey guys!!

Hoped you enjoyed

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Jenna xox 

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