My therapist is forcing me to write in this stupid notebook. She says that I keep too many things bottled up inside and its better to express all of the frustration through creativity. I'm trying but I don't know how to write about my feelings. Heck, I don't even know how to keep a journal. Am I supposed to write the date at the top or should I be starting off every entry with "Dear Journal. " Whatever. It's my journal.
Anywhos my name is Talia Slims and I am 17 years old. I live in the middle of nowhere. When I was younger I used to think that the other 49 states were just a myth that teachers made up. I used to think that my small town was whole world. There are probably about 1000 people living in my town.
I live with my mom and my two older brothers Jayden and Hayden. My brothers look like the boy versions of my mom. They inherited her rich brown hair and her crystal blue eyes. Everyone in my family is good looking expect for me. I'm the fat freak of the family. Unlike my perfect family I have curly black hair that looks like someone placed a dirty mop on my head. I also have dirt colored.
At times I feel trapped and I feel like a mistake. Everywhere I look I see gorgeous people. Everyone seems to be good looking expect for me. But why was I burdened with being the ugly one? Why can't I be beautiful like the rest of them?
That's enough writing for today, I'm already starting to get cramps.
Talia
YOU ARE READING
Striving for Perfection
Short StoryTalia Slim is your average 17 year old girl with your not so average problem. She wants to perfect for everyone and she's willing to do whatever it takes to be that.
