"Disorder" I had always hated hearing that word. It was like nails on a chalkboard to me. Every since I was 4, going to the doctors was always an intern staring fest. I guess I didn't quite explain far enough. A KID who is diagnosed with DID, (dissociative identity disorder for those who don't know), it means I'm one of those freaks who can be one person one hour and them another one the next. They always stared, wanted to poke and prod and it was annoying as.... Fuck. It was always a new doctor and new interns too, I always had to move away from my "beloved homes" and the "beloved doctors." My "disability" caused me trouble at school but I don't understand. They say that I do bad things but all I do day to day, is learn, go home, and sleep. Strangely enough I'm always behind in my work, at least a day or two, and somehow I end up in detention about every other day. My mom insists that I just have memory issues, great another "disability" I need.
A girl who has been called chubby her whole life. By everyone.
She wants to be a model; thinking it might make her pretty and people would stop calling her names and laughing at her for thinking she had a career in modeling.
So she applies to a modeling school. The best in town.
Her dream is to be a model.
Yet, she is brutally rejected when she applies which completely shatters her heart.
Her parents never supported her. So after she's rejected, instead of consoling her; they criticize her even more.
She never really had friends to begin with; and now that the news of being rejected from the modeling school spread, no one would even look at her in a friendly way.
She was mocked. She was bullied.
The words kept changing.
From chubby to fat.
From stupid to worthless
With the excessive amount of bullying, she fell into depression. Hard.
She stopped eating. Maybe it'll make the horrible words go away?