disclaimer: i do NOT own 'twilight' nor any of the sequels or other books written by stephenie meyer... i do own this laptop, a very odd selection of music, and a ton of crap! ( :
"I am that girl.
I am the space between my thighs,
daylight shining through.
I am the library aide who hides in Fantasy.
I am the circus freak encased in beeswax.
I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame."
~ Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson
Normal girls live normal lives, in normal houses with normal families... whole families, and two parents and maybe a sibling or two. Or maybe not. Anyhow, I am not a normal girl. I can see myself, inside of my skin, hiding from the rest of the world. They don't see me clearly at all. They think I am sick, twisted and out of my smalltinyweak brain. They just can't see.
I pretend that I am normal, of course I do. They still see me, see the prettiest, thinnest, best. My parents see what they want, or, they did, before they died. That was a year ago, now nobody cares/sees enough to care. My foster parents are caring enough I suppose, but that is for the normal girls who don't cut, who do eat, who care for themselves. I have nothing to care for, no reasons, so why shouldn't I be the best, the thinnest, the prettiest.
I am that girl.
A/N:
tell me what you think, I hope you like this.. it's a bit different, but I was inspired.
~ Lil Briar Rose Masochist
