At the age of 4, I would weigh myself every day I believed I was pregnant because I thought I was fat. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 8, I started going for bike rides and walks with my dog multiple times a day because I was a size 2 and my friends were size 00. I soon started to starve myself to lose more weight. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 12, the first suicidal thought popped into my head. I didn’t act on it, but that thought never left. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 14, I was considered the fat one on the volleyball team. I stopped eating and worked out every day for at least 2 hours. I ended up passing out while playing in a major tournament. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 15, I made the mistake of sleeping with a boy at my school, I knew I was too young but I thought he loved me. He ended up telling everyone. Coming from a small community news travelled fast. I was labelled as a slut at the young age of 15. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 16, I attempted suicide.
At the age of 16, I lost more friends than I could count due to my mental health. No one understood what I was going through, they thought it was either because I was crazy or wanted attention. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 17, I started throwing up everything I ate and working out to the extremes. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 17, I attempted suicide.
At the age of 18, my boyfriend of 2 years cheated on me with the girl he proposed he’s never leave me for. He began saying that he was never attracted to me and never loved me. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 18, in 2 months I slept with 8 people, going through multiple pregnancy scares. Once again, being relabelled as a slut. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 18, I was in an abusive relationship. When I didn’t sleep with him, he’d hit me, saying I was worthless and no one would ever love me. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 19, I was raped by my best friend. I thought he was just taking care of me because I was drunk. Turns out he wasn’t. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 19, I was sexually harassed by my step brother of 7 years. His reasoning was that we aren’t real siblings. I believed that we were. But it’s okay because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 19, we were sitting in your car talking about our lives. You were telling me of your rough childhood and the struggles you were facing now. When it was my turn you wouldn’t let me speak of my life struggle because you believed that bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
At the age of 19, I learned that due to my looks, I am not taken seriously for the negative events that happened to me because bad things don’t happen to pretty girls.
