Have you ever met a puppet that has bruises under her clothes? If not, wanna meet me? This is my diary, I wrote this in hopes of someone reading my story, I wonder, would you sympathize? Call me pathetic? Or maybe find out that I am not worth helping.

Meet Belle

 I looked into a mirror today. I probably shouldn’t have. I suddenly remembered how Mrs. Taylor would look at me and shake her head. Pointing out everything she didn’t like about me every morning before school. She said she did that so that I would be presentable to everyone. Being perfect also meant everyone should envy me. 


 She always pointed out everything though. She never really let anything slide. From my ugly curly red hair to my noodle arms and lack of thigh gap. I haven’t looked at a mirror in years, ever since she first criticized me before sending me off to school. Today though, I did it. 


 Gared visited me yesterday and tried to kiss me, I didn’t want to though so I fought, I should have learned my lesson by now. He didn’t get to kiss me, but I received a lot of bruises. He didn’t hit my face though, guess that was because we were having guests today. 


Entry Twenty-Nine