Before They Broke Me

Me..... I think

Before they broke me, I was a bright and happy girl. I was always a little short for my age. People made the same look whenever I revealed to them I'm actually 17 and in year 12. Morons. I had everything. Friends, money, popularity. Everything that was important to a teenage girl. So why am I here? Standing on the edge of a chair with a rope around my neck. Well, maybe we should start from the beginning

At 10, I was on top of the world. Having slumber parties every weekend and girls crying if they didn't get an invite. God I was a bitch. I even told my best friend that our dance performance wouldn't be any good because her cankles steal the spotlight. Jesus, little Lexi had no chill! It wasn't until I was 12 that the world stopped revolving around me. There was this one girl. Only one. Two more then necessary if you ask me. Who knows? If her dad wore a condom that night I might not be standing here. She was flawless. Tits bigger then a 12 year old should have been able to grow. I guess some people love chicken. The glorious growth hormone filled succulentness. All the boys that worshiped me suddenly waited on her hand and foot. All my friends decided they didn't want me anymore. In less then a week, everyone that was once eating out of my paw completely forgot I existed.

I had always been an athletic child. Dance and gymnastics since age 3, athletics to keep me fit in the process. Not that year. Christmas break took a toll on me. I spend the whole six weeks locked inside my bedroom. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. Come back to school season I was the size of a Pygmy hippo. And those cruel morons I used to call friends would never let me forget it. What happened to me? This is not who I was. I was better then this. Stronger then this. No wonder I am where I am today.