Beautiful Soul

Beautiful Soul

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My name is Mikaela. My friends call me Mikki. I am not popular. I'm so tall. And everyone says I'm ugly. Except my friends. I love my friends. * Mikaela Ricardo is anything but beautiful. All the popular kids ignore her. One day, in a Pizza Hut, a modeling scout sees Mikki and offers her a job. As the cover girl for 'Fifteen Magazine'. Mikki accepts the job and winds up moving to Lost Angeles, California. There, Mikki is known for her pretty face and modeling talent, not for being the dorky, ugly girl from Nashville, Tennessee. She's special, amazing, and forever in demand. However, life on the runway isn't always fantastic. People are always picking at you, judging you by your looks and your weight. And that leads to something much, much worse... Anorexia.
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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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