The UGLY truth.

My eyes glare at her from head to toe &

dsicriminized her by the color of her skin .

"Why is she so dark?" I questioned myself.

Then looking I looked at the clothes she had on, some shoes that were a trend from last year,

some jeans that cause her fat to hang out, a new shirt that every girl wanted, but that in no way fit her right.

Her arms were too big and her chest was to small.

She had acne that covered all of her cheeks, which she tried to cover under pounds of make up butit didn't help she was still hideous,

it was so disgusting it made me gag. Her eyebrows were just too thick and her hair was just always a mess.

Her slit wrists,ugly cuts, that she incorporated her self which were caused because of the hurtful things people said at school,

cutting just made her feel better.

I stared long and hard for a while and then stepped away from the mirror......

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