Why
Me?
- EPILOGUE
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Every morning I wake up to alarm blairing in my ear, signaling me
to another routine-oriented day. I roll out of bed and make my
way to the bathroom, stumbling occasionally over yesterday's
outfit and a lone shoe. I step into the shower almost slipping,
but I catch myself and wake up almost immediately. Standing there
I feel the warm stream of water trickling down my imperfect body.
I look down at boobs too small, a stomach too large, and thighs
that should not be so close together. I quickly look away. I
cannot get negative thoughts in my head. I do not want go through
it all again. With my eyes closed I pour shampoo on my hair and
let the suds take over my hands. The shower used to be my
favorite place to think. Now it was a death-hole. One wrong
thought could lead to another wrong year. I finish my shower
quickly and place my feet on the fluffy rug, looking at
myself in the fog covered mirror. I throw a towel around myself
so that I can hide all of my all-too-many imperfections.
Traveling back into my room I dry my long multi-colored hair and
let it fall into natural waves. I apply heavy makeup to hide my
face and head to my closet to find an outfit that hides all my
bad areas. Leggings and an owl sweatshirt do the trick. I add
some cute heals with it to accentuate my butt, which is my only
good feature. I top off the outfit with some cute jewerlly and
grab my
purse. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=78873645). Out
to door again and into my car to drive to the worst place in the
world-- Hell… I mean, school.