Dear Diary

Dear Diary

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BASED ON A TRUE STORY (its my life shhhhh) Dear Diary, Hi. I am six. Today is my birthday. My mom bought me this book. She said it'd be good to write my feelings in it. Whatever that means. I hate my brother. Today he cut all the hair off my barbie dolls. Now they are ugly. January 16, 2005 Dear Diary, Today was my twelfth birthday, I was supposed to meet my birth father for the first time today. He never showed up. I think it's because I'm not good enough for him, but my mom says it's that I'd be disappointed in him. But I'm the short, fat, acne faced kid. Maybe if I change he'll like me. January 16, 2011 Dear Diary, At practice today my coach said to take it easy. It was my second time passing out that week. I always layer up though for practice. For wrestling you're supposed to go the lightest weight you can healthily achieve. Last year I was at the one ninety weight class. Now I'm in ninety nine. I still look fine though. I guess a senior shouldn't wrestle freshman though.
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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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