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Insecure

Insecure

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Sometimes the only thing a person is fighting against is our own insecurities. Some fight because of their own voices in their head. The voices screaming "Your ugly! " "Your fat! ". They make us want to change ourselves. Others fight because others make them feel so. Others are the ones chanting those evil screams. They make us feel the need to change ourselves. We feel the need to change anything and everything. We then start changing. Our weight. Our image. Even the way we act. Sometimes people start fighting with themselves when there's nothing to fight. When in reality they should change nothing. Everyone is perfect the way they are. If you or someone you know is having troubles with depression, anorexia, anxiety, or more. Get help quickly. Go to an adult. I hope u liked the story. I wrote it today from my own heart ❤. If you guys want more stories like this or anything else please comment. Nerdsy101hmr
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Background: I have an older brother named Chris, and a younger sister named Reagan. My parents picked our names last minute because they didn't really care about what they were going to name us. My family lives in a huge house in Texas. My dad is a doctor and my mom is a lawyer so our family is pretty much rich. My parents rarely pay attention to any of us because they never wanted us. They give us money every month so that we won't have to bother them when we need money for something. I could probably be happy about that if my life was actually good and not a living hell. My brother is 23 years old so he doesn't live with us anymore. He's really smart and he's been at Yale since he was 19. He's majoring in music. My little sister is 15 years old and she's super friendly. She's also really smart, but she doesn't act like it because she doesn't want to be judged. She's one of the most popular girls at our school and she loves to be center of attention. That's how it all starts.

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