Sam

My name is Sam, and as much as I wish it wasn't sometimes, this is my story.

People perceive beauty as this superficial thing, and I am one of the biggest beneficiaries of this centuries old legacy. Because beautiful no longer only mean symmetry, health, and youth, beautiful now also meant skinny with long legs, a thin waist, shiny hair, and most of all, white.

It was what made me well liked back in freshman year, especially since I flaunted it. I wore the flower printed, short dresses, those nude boots. I put on mascara and a faint layer of blush for everyday school, and curled my hair or straightened it to the occasion. Other girls surrounded me, it was almost like a bubble, isolating others, isolating me. But I had so many friends, people listened even when I spoke quietly. I was the girl seen at parties, and I was the girl who danced all night.

Then it all changed.