Tales of the insoluble dilemma of teenage girls❤️ |✔️

Hailey

God's very own!
I didn't even know who I was anymore.
Taking a deep breath, I gave one last tug at the zipper,
Smiling triumphantly, I wipe the sweat off my face.
After many failed attempts, it finally goes all the way through.

Even though I felt enslaved by the corset made for girls size 2,
Believe you me I felt more than satisfied.
After all my tummy didn't nearly bulge out that much,
And it actually did a good job by accentuating my waist,
But most importantly it would get people to take a second glance at me.
And this time for all the right reasons

I knew deep down all this wasn't the real Hailey
I still detested bare backs, mini skirts and heels way longer than my HB pencil
But I wore them all the same
Placing a heavily padded material into the front of my blouse to complete my frame
Once I looked like I could pass off as Kim Kardashian's twin, I knew I was ready
After all that was the order of the day
You'll only get boys to drool over you when you dress to impress

As I stepped in at school I could feel everyone's gaze burning my overly exposed skin
It was either some random guy let out a low whistle each time I walked by
Or did that thing where he'd lick his lips which I found both disgusting but appealing
Lifting my chin I sauntered past them in an attempt to look confident and sassy

Just when I thought my day couldn't get better, he walked up to me after classes ended
Even after playing a couple rounds of basketball, he still looked like he had just stepped out of a Vogue magazine
My heart skipped a beat- it was just like a dream
I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this plan before- it seemed too easy
Finally his proximity was so close I could feel his warm breath on my face
His hand grazed my face and I was grateful I had tried on the concealer

My breath hitched as he traced my cheekbones
Mustering the courage, I puckered my glossed lips 👄
'Cause that's what they did in the movies right?
Only for him to reach his hand into my blouse
And pull out my foam pad for the whole school to see
I hadn't even noticed the throng that had gathered behind the car park watching our spectacle unfold
It happened so fast, my brain took a while to register what had just ensued
I couldn't even see clearly the laughing faces of the perverts who gave me love notes only a few minutes ago
And the mocking faces of all the cliques who invited me to their lunch table

My tears blinded me from facing my humiliation
I couldn't even will myself to run, I just stood rooted at my spot
They eventually left me with my thoughts after everyone had had a good laugh
Anger kicked in as I removed the death traps from my sore feet
The clouds darkened matching my mood
The rain mixed with my tear stained face ruined my 30 minutes worth of mascara application

All I ever wanted was for someone to show me love and affection
To make me feel special and wanted
Above all I wanted to be seen as beautiful
I forgot about my creator who formed me in his image and likeness
Why had society created this impression,
That once you didn't meet their expectations you were automatically unattractive?
When not even the most experienced plastic surgeon could create an actual person.
If human beings were to dumb to notice, God wasn't- I was beautiful in His eyes
How could I easily forget about He who is far greater and loved me no matter what?

I decided I wouldn't be society's version of Hailey but my own- the one God had specially designed.
Yes, today I was humiliated publicly,
I was given all the attributes you could think of- prostitute, thot, whore.
But that exact moment I remembered who I was,
I was God's very own!

I can't do tiktoks to relieve me of my boredom but I can write stuff at 3 to 4am🤪
Writing Hailey's was easier since it's one of the most prominent challenges that come with being a teenage girl- inferiority complex!
Also I know there are readers who don't really believe in religion sorry about that. I'm not a full blown spiritual and holy child but I'm making the effort and I feel I encourage myself by writing this stuff🤷‍♀️
If you've got any tips to help make my works better please do in a comment because being a beginner it might not be all that great💔 I felt like the title of the book was too cliche so I changed it if you've got any ideas for a better one tell me in the comments🤗
~Xoxo, Ann💗