I used to be that girl that always had a smile on her face. I was friends with everyone. I fit in with the inner circles as well as the outsiders. I found it easy to make people laugh. I think that helped make me likable. I was voted "best personality" by my senior class. The teachers loved me, and I got away with skipping class whenever I wanted. I was charming. I paged at the Capital and was District 4 Vice President for FCCLA. I made it look like I had it all.
But I didn't. I was adopted into a family that ended up with parents divorcing, and a dad who took up drugs and beat the hell out of me whenever he wanted. I was raped by a foster kid my grandparents had, and my step brother did everything but rape me. I lied to everyone outside my family, pretending to have a perfect life. Partly so people wouldn't feel sorry for me, and partly because when everyone thinks your life is good for awhile you can pretend for awhile too. That is until you get off the bus, and have to face reality. But here, on tumblr, I don't have to pretend. Because pretending to be perfect all the time is exhausting. So on here I keep it real to my followers. I struggle daily with depression. I am a girl that can't eat one meal without feeling bad about it. Everyday is a struggle.