Where is your mask?

Once upon a lonely grey time, there was a girl. She was pretty. She was thin. She was blond. She was athletic.

She should’ve have lots of friends. She should’ve have lots of talent. She should’ve been close to her family.

She should’ve been.

But she wasn’t.

She was lonely. She was lackluster. She was distant from her family.

She didn’t think she was pretty. She didn’t think she was thin enough. She didn’t think that her blond hair was pretty. She didn’t think she was that athletic.

But she was.

She was lonely.

She was suffering. 

She sat alone. She ate alone. She played alone. She scratched her self. She cried herself to sleep. 

A friend asked her if something was wrong.

She said she was fine.

But she wasn’t.

She was hurt.

She was betrayed.

But then some one smiled

Then she smiled. Then she talked. Then she laughed. Then she was talented. Then she knew she was pretty. Then she knew she was thin. Then she knew that she didn’t need to wear a mask any more.

Then she threw the mask away.