It was hard enough to grow up feeling ugly and fat.
It was hard enough watching the guy I was secretly in love with falling in love with my best friend.
It was hard enough being my friends’ go to person when they wanted to know about my (girl) friends and they were never interested in me.
It was hard living with a mom that tried very hard to let me know how fat and ugly I was.
It was hard breaking up with my first boyfriend because I was terrified that he just wanted to humiliate me. I never believed that he actually liked me.
It was hard saying no to Ramon when he wanted to have a fun time at the hotel room because I know he only wanted to use me.
It was hard enough losing one of my best friends because she thought her bf and I were messing around behind her back, but it was harder saying no to him when we were both attracted to each other.
It was hard knowing that I needed to be smart because I was never going to be thin and pretty.
It was hard letting all my problems behind to feel that first kiss.
It was very hard to know he lied to me.
It was hard to become what I’ve become because even though I’ve had fun times, I love myself a little less…
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