True Confidence

When I started 6th grade, I was this cool, popular girl. New at the school though, I was easily accepted along the boys. This girl thought that even though her chest was bigger than, waist like 13 times smaller, thought she was the queen of the world. She called my fat, and said I stuffed. A few months later she hit the ringer, flirting with my boyfriend  and making a mockery of me. An hour later we were in the office with bloody noses, and pulled hair. I learned that I loved myself for who I am , and that jean and waist size doesn’t matter, and that as long as I had friends willing to stick by me til the bitter end, I don’t need ignorant people to put me down.

– Rianna N.


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