The morning rays shined through my window, I turned my head slowly just in time to seee the sun explode throughout my entire room. I then started to wonder how such a big thing like the sun could come in so slow and quiet, but yet have so much power to grasp all the atttention in the room. I rose quickly in thought but yet without really thinking I paced myself and let my bare feet slide freely about the cool morning wood floor. I was soon gliding with so much grace that I didnt notice myself slip into the hallway and make my way into the bathroom. That is until my reflection caught my attention from the corner of the mirrior, I then stepped into the mirror until I was fully visible. I began to stare hard at my strong features, my long jet black hair, my light golden eyes with a strong hint of yellow, my caramel almost light mocha skin. I ruffled my hair and watched it bounce lightly at the top and then fall back into its regular boring form of strands on my head. I've always hated how my hair looked so straight and boring it always seemed too sophisticated for my liking, but I did like the fact that it made me look older sometimes. I started to let my eyes roam over my body, glaring over my good shape and my many curves in all the right places, I then looked down at my well-toned legs and continued down to my feet which were small ;I only were a size 6. I was sort of petite standing at just 5'5 and my jet black hair stopped at my mid-back. I rolled my eyes at my features, cursing every single and last one of my looks I hated my looks, my hair , my shape, my legs, my skin tone, my feet I just hated it all.
" You should be happy about your looks there are many girls that wish they could have your features and hair and figure you should be thankful girl" my mothers words flowed through my head I thought quickly about considering it or at least being a bit grateful but I hurridly dissmissed those words and rolled my eyes at the stupid quote. I had nothing to be thankful for, I was a mistake I was a curse and sometimes I wish it all would end. Some people may look at me and say " oh she has it all, oh she has good looks she has two loving parents, she has a nice house, she's even an only child!" ,but they don't understand me no one does everyone just assumes when they see me that I have it all but I dont I don't have anything at all. I've been cursed to not have the most important thing needed in this world to survive, to be able to express yourself, to be able to argue your opinion, to speak up for your rights, I don't have that one special thing and it kills me a little every time I think about it. I don't have it and I never well .... I don't have a voice.
