Rendezvous
25 November 09 : 03.58 AM
When I was 13, a teacher told me that she and all the other teachers agree I'm such a beautiful girl, look just like doll. She held my hand a lot, told her other classes about me and encouraged me to go to church with her.
When I was 13, I once cried because I couldn't find a dress that fits properly. I clutched my thighs until blood vessels burst right underneath my skin, bought sports bras and cowered when people looked my way.
Can't help but notice a correlation.