The
Truth Behind Perfection
by Milica
226 words (1.5 minutes)
| I'm so fat, it's
disgusting! I look like a giant whale. I can't believe no
one realizes how fat I am. Why would they? They all think
I'm perfect. No one's perfect, especially not me. But
they all think that. Every single one of them. They look
at me and they think I must be perfect because of the
clothes I wear and because my boyfriend is captain of the
football team. They wish they could be like me. If they
knew what it was really like, they wouldn't want to be
like me at all. They don't know the truth. They don't
know that I hate looking at myself in the mirror because
instead of seeing the "perfect girl" they see,
I just see one big, fat lie. That's all my life is. A lie. They think I'm confident, I'm not. I hate the way I look. They think it's so easy for me to get good grades, they don't realize I stay up all night studying. And they think my parents are so cool and that we make the "perfect family." I'm not perfect and neither is my family. My parents are ge! tt! ing a divorce because they can't stop fighting. They just fight, and fight and fight. I can't take it anymore. I hate my life! I hate it... I hate it!! |