At age 8, people began to drift apart. I heard my parents screams. I grew meat around my bones. I began to dislike the image in the mirror. My friends were no more. I was hated. My father always worked. My mother always stressed. I didn't understand. My mother criticized me. Taught me the only way in life was to be perfect. Skinny. Smart. No one liked an ugly, fat, stupid girl. My mother taught me to survive, no matter what. I kept fighting though, I still wanted to live.
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If Only I was Loved
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