Backstory.

If I seem like an attention seeker, just know, that all I've ever wanted as a child was attention. But I've always received it in the worst way.

All my life, I was used over and over again because of my softness, kindness, empathy, and beautiful personality. I wasn’t attractive back then, but that didn’t mean I needed to be treated in such a way. At least, that's how they made me feel. It didn’t take me until years later to find out that I never got invited to parties because in elementary, I’d have the most attention. 'Till this very day, I will always be the center of attention.

Everyone always made me feel pathetic and worthless. I always thought that I was the horrible person. I had no mirrors around me to tell me I was beautiful. No one to go to, because I would always be judged. I was always silent, and I was never the type to complain, so no one knew what troubles I went through. (Still don't.)

In middle school, everyone wanted something from me and they left me as soon as I gave them my all. They hurt me, broke me down, tore me apart, bullied me, left me, spread rumors about me, fought me, and did everything in their power to make me feel less than them. And the truth was, I really was the most beautiful girl in class. But, I didn't realize that until Freshman year. And no matter how many times I went to the ladies’ room, I’ve never even once looked in the mirror, and told myself that I can get through it.

I was unattractive in middle school due to the bullying. I gained a lot of weight, my face shifted differently, my hair was an afro, and everyone bullied me for it. But there was this girl that I followed on Instagram. She was absolutely beautiful and gorgeous, without makeup. She was the most prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I wanted to look just like her for two years. She was my biggest motivation. When Freshman year started, I had a huge glow up. My hair was incredibly longer, my eyes were so beautiful, my face cleared up, and it entirely changed. I looked at myself and the female on Instagram, and we both share the same level of beauty. I felt so relieved to feel and actually be pretty again. The last time I felt pretty before then, was in third grade. My body had an hour glass figure, and my voice came from an anime loli to an anime girl.

No one picked on me, I was a loner, I did what I needed to, I got in and got out of school, I had absolutely no drama, I had a guy friend, an obsessed boy that I rejected, and a female group buddy. They stayed with me until I stopped going to school to be homeschooled. My mom wanted to shield me from the kids from my school. I actually really liked my school. And even though I’m at my last years of high school, if I ever think about going back, I’ll be restarting Freshman all over again. And everyone will think I’m a child because of how young I sound and look.