© 2014 Briona Newby
I hated how my mom treated me differently from my sisters. Everything about me is different. I stared at myself in the mirror and hated what i saw. I was way to tall for a girl, I was 5'10. Light-skinned but I wish my skin was darker, at least my mom would be much happier. I hated my hazel brown eyes, I covered them with dark brown colored contacts. My mother said that she hated looking into them because they reminded me of my father. I hated my hips and all of my curves because I wasn't super skinny like my mother and sisters. I hate my super long curly hair because of my sisters. They'd pull on my hair and yank on it, so I'd cut it, but it's no use, because it grows back quickly, only for them to pull my hair and tease me all over again. All I ever wanted was to be loved and accepted.