Hello.
My name is Jennie.
My life sucks.
"Fat"
"Ugly"
"Stupid"
I'm all too familiar with these words.
Everywhere I go, there are whispers.
They think I can't hear them.
And I wish I couldn't.
But I can.
I can't go a day without my medication.
But I put on a smile and take it.
I know I'm not perfect, but what is perfection?
Perfection is out of reach, not able to be achieved.
That doesn't stop me from trying.
I starve myself. I can't help it.
The bullies push me around and laugh at me.
The bystanders stand and watch me. They don't do anything to stop it.
My mother beats me.
She tells me I was a mistake, and a waste of money.
I already know all this.
She tells me so often it's drilled into my head.
She tells me so often that I believe it.
My "friends" talk about me behind my back. They snicker at my appearance.
My teachers ignore my presence.
I'm just a shadow.
Author Note.
This is so sad to write. But this happens. Society judges people, and that won't change anytime soon.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
General FictionJust take a deep breath. It's all going to be okay. It's alright. Just breathe. Jennie! Don't leave me! Don't you dare die on me! HELP! My friend isn't breathing! I think she overdosed!
