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One girl a million insecurities

Author's note: this was written out of anger,hurt, and improvement to myself as a person.
Author's note: this was written out of anger,hurt, and improvement to myself as a person.  « Hide author's note
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6th grade went on, things were changing in the school. The first day everyone was nice then in the blink of an eye everything became dark. When I walked into Mountview I was confident and happy, until the day came when I was pushed into a pool of insecurities. People started placing each other in cliques, a group of people who are almost the same. I still didn’t have friends there, so I started looking for some. I talked to people, at the time I wanted to place myself with so called preps. I talked to some girls, who completely were just total bi**hes to me for no reason. I would try to get involved with popular people. I had been popular all throughout my school experience until I came here. I started being labeled. At the time I was gaining little weight, because of puberty, whatever. Then I got called that word no girl ever wants to hear. So stupid chic in the “preps” had called me fat. I was crushed, I didn’t ever think of myself in that way I had no insecurities in my mind. That is until the were pointed out and rubbed in my face. That was the one thing that changed me. I became insecure in that way, always worrying about my weight. I started realizing every girl was skinny. Then I came along and I was a little chunky and I got constantly harassed because of it. I was a load free sprit when I walked in now I could tell I was falling. More things came up and I started building up my insecurities. It was either I was fat, ugly, loud, weird. That’s when I started wearing makeup. My mom had got me something one day I had never used before, eyeliner and cover-up. I didn’t know how to use them, so my mom showed me. I was glad she bought me this. I started wearing it everyday, it made me feel pretty. I noticed the difference and so did other people. I wore the eyeliner a lot, dark think lines of it on my eyes. That’s when I supposable according to some people I became gothic. I was never gothic at all, and then began the rumors. Then one-day prep walked into my English class and said with an attitude “ are you wearing makeup?”, “yes” I said. She then replied, “Well you don’t need it, why are you wearing it”. I said, “ Because I like it”. Then she walked away. I thought how dare she try to tell me I don’t need it, like she had no right saying that to me. After that I became really sad. That is until I made my new friends.
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Timekeeper This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 29, 2011 at 11:43 am

God, it seems like Middle School was the  tougest time for almost everyone. This was very honest and relatable, and it takes courage to share your personal stories!


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misstywaterfall replied...
Jan. 29, 2011 at 12:04 pm
yah it was and thanks 

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