I'm Trixie. This is my story.
When i was younger, my mom always told me i was beautiful. I thought i was. Pre-k, 1st grade, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th. Then middle school. Middle school was the worst part of my life. I got bullied spontaneously. I attracted depression. I wasn't beautiful anymore. I was the ugliest person living, persay. I couldn't look at myself. I hid from anyone who wanted to help me. I cried hours a day. I wanted to. die.
P.s. i will be telling the rest of the story from when i was younger. Younger me as the narrator.
