I won’t accept any lies—only the truth. Being happy as a female does not require big boobs, a tiny waist, and make up to cover flaws. The only flaw we will ever have is believing that anything on the outside matters.
Whenever anyone looks at me, I try not to make eye contact. I just know they’re staring at my ugly face or my screwed up hair. I am numb. There is a black, hollow mass behind my eyes.