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When I was little I was scared of things like sleeping in a room without my sister and the dark. And I once choked on a cookie while crying, And my babysitter used to let me off of my groundings if I promised not to tell. And my aunt used to put m&ms; at the bottom of my bowl of popcorn, and everytime I was surprised. When I was little I loved Hilary Duff and Mary-Kate & Ashley I owned all the movies and cds. I wanted to be pretty and skinny and blonde. I practiced my signature to look like Hilary's And tried to smile like Ashley. I named my dolls Mary-Kate. I wanted to be them. When I was little I saw ghosts. I would sit on the steps and talk to them, Discussing movies and my favorite tv shows and how badly I wanted an msn account. And they followed me and taunted me but mostly they were nice so they were my friends. Now Im a big girl and Im still scared of things like Sleeping in a room without my sister and the dark And I don't eat while I cry anymore, because I once choked on a cookie and my mom ignored me. And I don't have a babysitter anymore, but I never leave my room anyways. And my aunt doesn't surprise me anymore. I'm a big girl now, And I know that Mary-Kate was a drug addict, And that Hilary had an eating disorder And that I look bad blonde And that Im neither pretty or skinny And that my smile will never look like Ashleys. I know that I have an awful signature. And that all those girls were sick. But now I'm sick Does this mean Im finally like them? I'm a big girl now, And instead of Disney stars, I idolize girls on tumblr With thigh gaps and long hair And ribs that stick out I want so badly to be them. Im a big girl. I still see ghosts, but they aren't friendly anymore. They pull my hair and dig at my skin and whisper nasty things to me. We talk about death and blood and how good it must feel to be so skinny That you can lie on your back and count your ribs One By One. They aren't nice anymore, but they're still my friends. I'm a big girl now.
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Big Girl
When I was little I was scared of things like sleeping in a room without my sister and the dark. And I once choked on a cookie while crying, And my babysitter used to let me off of my groundings if I promised not to tell. And my aunt used to put m&ms; at the bottom of my bowl of popcorn, and everytime I was surprised. When I was little I loved Hilary Duff and Mary-Kate & Ashley I owned all the movies and cds. I wanted to be pretty and skinny and blonde. I practiced my signature to look like Hilary's And tried to smile like Ashley. I named my dolls Mary-Kate. I wanted to be them. When I was little I saw ghosts. I would sit on the steps and talk to them, Discussing movies and my favorite tv shows and how badly I wanted an msn account. And they followed me and taunted me but mostly they were nice so they were my friends. Now Im a big girl and Im still scared of things like Sleeping in a room without my sister and the dark And I don't eat while I cry anymore, because I once choked on a cookie and my mom ignored me. And I don't have a babysitter anymore, but I never leave my room anyways. And my aunt doesn't surprise me anymore. I'm a big girl now, And I know that Mary-Kate was a drug addict, And that Hilary had an eating disorder And that I look bad blonde And that Im neither pretty or skinny And that my smile will never look like Ashleys. I know that I have an awful signature. And that all those girls were sick. But now I'm sick Does this mean Im finally like them? I'm a big girl now, And instead of Disney stars, I idolize girls on tumblr With thigh gaps and long hair And ribs that stick out I want so badly to be them. Im a big girl. I still see ghosts, but they aren't friendly anymore. They pull my hair and dig at my skin and whisper nasty things to me. We talk about death and blood and how good it must feel to be so skinny That you can lie on your back and count your ribs One By One. They aren't nice anymore, but they're still my friends. I'm a big girl now.
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
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