Secret Cinderella Story
The story of my life…..sadly…

Day after day, I have to look in the mirror, then look around and see every girl the same age as me. Why am I the one who’s so different, so useless, so over-weight, so NOT pretty? I have to put on a front each day to make people think I’m fine with the way I look, when I’m really not. I can’t stand the me I have to see when others don’t. I can’t stand the me when I have to rush to put on make-up just to go to a convenient store, just because I’m scared everyone will see the real me and I’d be too ugly for them to look at. I deal with this everyday of my life..the fatness, the ugliness, and mostly the me that IS…the terrible truth. I don’t want to feel this way anymore, I want to feel naturally pretty, where I can just wake up just ONCE and then from there on, NOT worry about how bad I look today, that I need to put on make-up to hide my imperfections, to look in a full length mirror, and want to be stylish the way I like and put on something that skinny chicks wear. I would trade with anyone who had it all, than to feel the way I do every single day. I’m even too scared to pursue my goals and dreams because of these haunting imperfections. I HATE IT! I know it seems like asking for too much, but I really do wish I was perfect. I don’t want to be..’THIS’ anymore, I don’t want to have to hide the real me, have to hide behind 50,000 pounds of make-up it sucks. )’: