Kiarahs p.o.v
its the day that I have to go to my grandma's. The day I have to wear a dress.
The day everyone will see once again my fat, stubby legs after a few months.
A lot has happened in those few months.
I have become something I despised in a person.
I have become the sad, lonely and depressed person that I so hated.
But nobody seems to understand this. Maybe, just Maybe, its because my mask of happiness I wear thick upon my face.
... or maybe they dont want to except
the fact that I don't want to smile at everything they say.
Whatever the reason, I still feel like I'm letting someone down when I don't smile at someone.
When I don't laugh at pathetic jokes.
Today, as I put on my dress, I plan out everything. How I will act, how I will avoid eating with excuses that I had memorized long ago.
I might even give a few real smiles.
maybe.
looking in the full-length mirror is painful, but I do it anyways. I have to make sure they can't see the tired I carry behind my eyes.
They can't see just how depressed I had become. Because then... then they will start to notice.
I look over my hair, its dark strands silky and clean.
I look over my legs... is it just me or are they tiny??
I laugh at my absurdity.
You think you have gotten THIN?? hah. keep dreaming. you aren't there yet. you're still a stubby little fat ass.
I sigh.
again, sorry guys for short chapter. love any feedback.
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