Sluts want Revenge

15: Insecurities

ARIEL

Let's see if your like me
Are you often disappointed with the way you look?

Have you ever considered resorting to cosmetic surgery or extreme dieting to correct your physical flaw?

If yes then your like me, sounds funny but its not

I've always wanted to change everything, my height I am too short, my body shape I am fat with no curves at all, complexion, I was too pale skin even my hair annoyed me

I look in the mirror, watching as the top I wore hung tightly to my body, the black color of the top in complete contrast to my pale skin, my jeans was a little bigger than the normal size, I'm not that fat though just chunky in a few places

As a kid I always pictured myself being this tall supermodel with the stereotypical slim waist  boys will kill for and girls will glare with envy

Who wanted a fat girl right?

But my anatomy didn't comply

There wasn't a day I'll step into school without hearing

Fat weirdo do you sweat bacon grease?

For a long time, I was teased about how over weight I was, I tried laughing it off bit I know how it hurts

The popular kids we're jerks especially the jocks and cheer leaders they bullied me none stop till they saw it had no effect on me

When people tell me
'you look well'
I say to myself 'it must be because I'm getting fat' at times like that I cry myself and think 'if only I could go back to my previous weight'

You know Anexoria can develop innocently. A young little girl might embark on a seemingly harmless diet. Perhaps to lose just a few pounds, when she reaches her goal however she isn't content
"I'm still to fat" she declares as she stares at herself disapprovingly in the mirror
The pattern is set
The seed on Anexoria is sown

That seemingly innocent girl is me

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I don't think anyone really likes highschool- its full of nerds, geeks and weirdos, jocks,  cheerleaders and popular girls with their perfect skin and hair.

However I don't hate highschool, its a nice distraction from everything else 

I gazed down the window of my literature class bored to death.
I love literature but Mrs Callum sucks the life out of it

She is THE oldest woman I've ever seen

And spoke slower than the sloth from zootopia. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it

I was paying attention to what shes teaching
Ok scrath that I wasn't paying attention I am busy eye raping something, or someone

Zayn Hernandez, Harmony highs bad boy,  jet black hair,  deadly green eyes, 6.5 and a killer smile

I noticed he caught me so I began writing on my poem for the class assignment, I didn't even have time to finish it yesterday 

" Next Miss Friedman". She said

I stood up nervously, I've never enjoyed public speaking and the poem is half written

Oh god help me

"The title of my poem is impossible love"

"I'm trying so hard to get closer,
But we're from two different worlds.
I'm trying so hard to get closer,  but I might be the end of you.
We are one but we destroy each other
Though everything screams we can't be together
I promise  I'll never leave"

"That is beautiful". Mrs callum said
"Thanks".  replied

Sudenely I felt a paper hit my head it reads

"Nice poem, maybe we should work on one together"
ZH

I know what ZH means it means Zayn Hernandez

Part of me blushed but 70% of my cringed, I mean this is a boy I've been eye raping a few minutes ago, but since my uncle I've not been able to see my self with a boy

I'm just confused as hell i tore the paper and saw that he has a confused look on his face

Hello blondies

Thoughts on Ariel's insecurities