i want to be pretty. im tired of people making fun of me because i dont have a pretty face, blonde hair, and big boobs. i want to be skinny. i compare myself to every single girl in my school. they are all like half my size and make me look like a cow. they all are suprised to know that im on the cross country team, suprised to know i can run. i want my mom to forget about the year 2007. cancer sucks and im thankful everyday taht she made it through but i hate it that she had to go through it in the first place. i want to be myself. and not hide all my emotions and all the scars on my arms because im afraid people would make fun of me.
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