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Hey, my name is Monica, yes I am 12. I have so many things I should be doing, like my homework, I haven't done it in like a week, and to be honest, I still don't want to do it. But you know what, I'm not worried about the consequences, I'm
more worried about how you see me. Since I was 9, I never had any insecurities, I thought I was fine, I was a happy, you know, I enjoyed my time with family and friends. But since 5th grade started, everything changed. At school, it doesn't matter how your feeling, but how you look. If your wearing the same shirt you wore 2 days ago you'll get picked on, if you lips are too small or too big you'll get picked on, if you have brown eyes and not blue eyes you'll get picked on, if your too fat or too skinny you'll get picked on, if your too tall or too short you'll get picked on. You literally have to be "perfect" in order to not be bothered for once. Like me, I got made fun of for my weight, I was too fat for them. And then when I told them I will go in a diet, they made fun of me because I "needed" to go on one. Which, of course, I didn't actually go on diets. I am now in middle school, and I am afraid. I am afraid I'll get made fun of in front of everyone. I'm afraid I won't be "perfect" for them. Notice how I didn't say anything about class, or homework, because even though I know I'm horrible at math, science, history, I'm still more afraid of society then flunking my math test. Now, I'm just lost.
Society expects you to have an aesthetic, if not, they make fun of you for it, but when you try looking for one, they call you a poser.

Parents
Parents are the worst at calming there child's down before they kill them self's. Parents don't care about your mental health, they care about a stupid letter on your report card. Parents don't care if your suicidal, they care about how you dress. Parents don't care about what's making you so mentally unstable, because it's always the phones fault. I mean, I get it, you scroll through Instagram and see beautiful girls with a thin waist, big bottom, big chest, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, long blonde hair. But come on, stop blaming something and help then sort there stuff out.

I hope a parent is reading this, help your kids, take them to therapy. The reason your child doesn't want to open up to you is because no matter what they tell you, the blame will
Some how be theirs.