Rosie is a plus sized model living in New York. Her life feels empty. No one knows what happens on the inside of her life. It's all smiles for the camera but in reality she's screaming for help. But what happens when she's sent to Paris for a busine...
A/N: Hello everyone! I just thought I could leave a list of trigger warnings that could be sensitive to others :)
TW: smoking, alcohol abuse, body dysmorphia, bullying, and all around struggles.
A/N Counited: WE ALL ARE BEATIFUL IN AND OUT. I have given this book a lot of thought so pls enjoy.
Dear Diary,
The date us October 15th 2025. I know having a diary might be juvenile but my therapist said this would help......
She told me writing down my story would help heal everything. So, I'm deciding to start from the beginning.
May 20th 2022
I grabbed another bottle from the shelf. This was my second? Third? Ok, maybe my fourth. Two or three bottles didn't have the same affect on me anymore. I wandered over to my balcony. I popped open the beer bottle on the side of the railing. I smelt the poison as soon as the top fell six floors down. Beer always made me sick feeling but it was my outlit. I had never been a big wine or bubbly person. I always joked it was to fancy for me but who was I kidding?
I lived in a 6 million dollar apartment building and this whole floor was mine. I bought this place six months ago and boxes still are in one of the bedrooms. All the boxes stacked upon each other. I always blamed it on my busy schedule but here I am leaning over my balcony staring at the skyline of New York city.
The building was 10 stories high and was filled with my "friends." or the girls I model with I like to call them. I happened to be different from all of them. Not in the way I was more beautiful than them. That was not the case. I don't even know why I'm a model in the first place. I blocked that thought out. I am a plus sized model. I guess the industry needed more so I was given a chance. Now, when I say I'm plus sized I am industry plus sized.
I had strawberry blonde long hair, blue eyes, freckles, and good lips. My lips had always been my favorite thing about myself. I could never be like the other girls I worked with so I decided to stop comparing myself with them. I still catch myself doing it though. That's why I chose to ignore the party on the rooftop tonight. The girls had one of these 'get togethers' every weekend. It just felt like a collage party most of the time. Yet, I got myself ready for it. My phone vibrated and I picked it up.
4 new messages for Ellis.
A girl that lived on the floor below me. She was really smart and had the prettiest brown hair and a smile that lit up the room. Thin but healthy. She was a beauty influencer. I considered her a friend??
E-Girl!
E-Get your ass up here.
E-We missssss youuuuu and we might need beer. Bring some up pretty please.
E-Plus, Sam is here.
R- Sure thing be up there in ten.
Now, I know I said I wouldn't go but Sam was there. Sam was the boy I liked. I respected him. He was a photographer that I helped out sometimes. He was my favorite person. The only truly kind human being I knew. Quite funny too. I couldn't help but like him and it helps that he was attractive. Sam had curly blonde hair and green eyes. He was slender and had a soft face. I always joked he reminded me of a golden lab but it was true. I had liked him for a whole eight months now but I procrastinated and can't tell him. I can't deny the tension we both hold when we look at each other.....
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