Our individuality was taken as paint stripped from concrete. What is life in a world of uniform and no individuality? Here in my country we all have set clothes for each day, a set schedule for everyday down to the second, and no personality. That means no makeup, hair color, adding anything to your shoes or clothes, no extra accessories, no thoughts. Every city, town, street, house, and room are the same. The only kind of "arts" we have are in support of the government. Songs are about how great and necessary our government is and any kind of acting is for public service announcements. Art is used for propaganda, posters, murals, you name it is all show the wonderful affects of our rulers. In total control everything is painful but efficient, not everyone can like living this way can they? That's where I come in, I'm Jackie Rivera and I hate my government.
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?