The Girl That Stopped TryingThe Girl That Stopped TryingThe Girl That Stopped Trying3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"That dress is perfect. For my grandmother." she was the most popular girl in school, blond hair, blue eyes, curves, make-up... everyone loved her. I mean, come on. Who doesn't?
I looked at myself in the mirror, everything about me was wrong. I had black straight hair, brown eyes, pale freckly skin and a skinny straight body. I was a nobody.
Everyday I felt myself pushed around by bigger, meaner kids in school, shouted at by parents for bad grades, and the willpower it took to ignore the tiny voice at the back of my head whispering: "It's about time we put an end to you."
Almost every night, my mother would come into my room, when I'm huddled up in my pillow, cursing myself for being born. She'd say, "Courage isn't always the loud voice shouting at you. Courage can be the tiny voice at the end of the day saying "I'll try again tomorrow"" For the past years I've been using these words to keep me going. And it's worked... until now. No matter how much therapy