She was a little girl, happy with herself and her body.
She was a little girl, joyous to be who she was.
But as she grew up, she could feel the people staring, she could feel the gazes of disgust as she walked in her mid sized jeans. She could feel their taunts crawl up her skin even if she didn't hear them say it, she could feel it.
As she grew up, she felt the need to change herself. She couldn't look in the mirror anymore. She started to hate the self she once loved.
As she grew up. She stopped eating. She starved herself till she fainted, she felt good then, knowing she could fit in those size smaller jeans. She didn't realize it wasn't normal to look at food and count calories everytime she went out. She didn't realize she was drowning.
As she grew up, she got a smaller waist, a slimmer figure, but that smile on her face was gone. Her body looked better than before, at least that's what she thought, but she didn't feel like herself anymore.
She wanted to eat, she wanted to live , she wanted to be happy, but everytime she tried, the feared being rejected by the society.
It was the little girl that grew up to not be able to realize, it wasn't the body that mattered but the beauty of heart that lay on the inside.
But maybe it wasn't her fault, maybe it was the society that drew her into this abyss of blood. Maybe they were never her insecurities to begin with, maybe they were the deeds of the people who couldn't see a little girl be confident in who she was.
She was just a little girl, who grew up to be a pawn in this artificial world. She was just a little girl who was once happy with who she was. She was just a little girl...
