The Good Lie

The Good Lie

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Blair Garcia has it all. Modeling for one of the top agencies in the United States and the world, was no easy feat, but damn she was proud of where she was. At the ripe age of twenty two, Blair is constantly in the spot light, cameras flashing, every minute of her life on display for the world to see. But what if the world didn't see everything about her life? What if they didn't see the hate pages and the things they say about her? What if they didnt see that scale constantly staring at her from her bathroom floor? What if they didn't know about that voice in her head, the one whispering about her weight?What if they didn't see the hot tears welling in her eyes each time she looked at herself? Well then they'd just be seeing plain old Blair Garcia, supermodel and inspiration to millions, slowly crumbling behind a facade.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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