The reason I've always been afraid... Is because of my mother. Shes always been a big part of my life, always showing me how things should be, how i should act-how a lady should act. I always thought i was perfect, i mean what 5 year old wouldn't? I had long beautiful curly dark hair, hazel eyes, i was a beautiful baby... Everyone was always saying how perfect i was.. Except my mother. She never could... I always had something wrong.. I wasn't standing straight, my eyes had something in them, my face was dirty, my dress had a cut in it. Nothing could please that woman and i tried oh so hard.
Everyone tried to tell her i was perfect, her perfect little angel.. But she didn't see it, she wouldn't. I was seen as nothing.
I am nothing..
I was a monster.
she said I was ugly, she would remind me. "Its okay mommy, i can be perfect" i would always tell her.. She didn't care.
I was damaged goods.
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I'm 18 now and everything has changed... I'm perfect.
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2005, where it all began
Non-FictionI'm not one to complain about much, you see I've gone through a lot in my life.. But not as much as id hope.. See I'm only nine years old right now.. I still have so much to learn and go through.. Mom's always saying i cant give up yet.. My life has...
