Now, at only 14, I'm told I have amazing skin, a beatiful, toned, curvy body, dark wavy hair.
I have a natural Monroe. One of the best relationships in school.
Except... I still feel ugly.
Words scar more than you think.
Think before you speak.
My parents thought it was a prank because it was Aprils' Fools Day.
You were pissed off and raped me.
I may be sad for the fact you raped me, but I'm even sadder for the fact that you're my brother.
My mom said "How could her mother not know she was doing that?"
Well. I've been doing that for that past year, how could you not know?
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Some awesome lists!
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I can't disappoint you. My fear of disappointing you is the only reason I haven't killed myself.
It's also the only reason I haven't told you that I'm unhappy being your 'little girl'.
I fear you won't accept me if I tell you I want to be your son instead.
The vertebrae of my spine stick out, making it painful to sit in a chair with a hard back. My bones keep fracturing, and my hair falls limp, dull, and flat every single day. I would give anything to be healthy.
Thin is not synonymous with beautiful. Don't be fooled.
