It always starts out with that little naive girl. She's playing a game of tag and she suddenly realizes that she's the slowest one. She feels those all too familiar feelings for the first time. Insecurity. Embarrassment. Jealousy. Slowly but surely those feelings start to come back more and more. She's in 3rd grade and she realizes that she isn't as smart as some of her friends. In 6th grade she gets braces and the insecurities come on stronger than ever. In 9th grade she realizes her skin isn't as clear as some of the other girls. Her Senior year consists of covering herself in makeup and wondering why she can't be as pretty as the next girl, or as athletic as her best friend, or as skinny as her lab partner.
This girl is me...
This girl is you too...
