Have you ever looked in the mirror and taken notice of every scar, every stretch mark,every pimple, every sign that tells us we're not societies definition of beautiful?
Mia amour has.
She was a victim of the harsh opinions of the socially regarded...
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Have you ever had that feeling where you feel like you could just float away one day and no one would care?
Well, it's a feeling I'm intimately familiar with. Before I go on about my sad story let me introduce myself, My name is Mia Amour. Sounds french I know but I can assure you I'm not...
I am from South Africa and live in a city called Cape Town, now you may not know where that is - in that case perhaps you should look at a map at some point in your life. To tell you the truth I stopped caring about other people along time ago , ever since they stopped caring about me....At this point I've already accepted that my life may never see a happy ending - that I will always remain the fat, lazy, useless piece of crap everyone says I am.
Life's hard and when you've lived one like mine it's hard to think things will get better, let me walk you through a day in my life...
***BEGINNING OF THE DAY****
i awake to the sound of the alarm *beep* *beep* *beep* well i guess it's time for another wonderful day at school (note the sarcasm). As i look around my room, i see the messy place i call a floor and the pale 4 walls i am forever trapped in. My room is not big but it is breathable.
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My prison can also be considered my haven though, seeing as I live with the devil incarnate - my step-mother. How did you end up here you ask..well that's a story for another time
As i get out of bed i feel heavier then normal but what else should i expect, i simply just hate this body i have made for myself. Every diet I've tried just fell short of the glorious and divine power of chocolate. Perhaps i just haven't found the right thing to fuel my butt into a change, i think to myself, only time will tell.
I hop into the shower and get dressed before the devil (stepmother) can call me to make breakfast. Once i am done i look into the mirror and scan over my outfit. Today i am wearing an oversize hoodie to hide my floppy roles and lose pants with my boots. My hair is in a pony and i leave my face bare because I really couldn't be bothered with make-up.
Just as i am about to leave i hear her -
" Asshole! Get the f**k down here and make me breakfast"
