The Diary

The Diary

Bits and pieces I wrote about how I felt at certain times…

Everyone wishes they were someone, something or somewhere else.

Though I am a girl with a singular physical difference, I think and feel no differently. I wish I were more beautiful, more interesting and sometimes more skilled.

The only thing that I ever wanted to do was write. Sometimes I think that writing was what helped me to endure the hardships in life- and believe me, there have been plenty of those. There are probably a lot more to come, too.

I often think that life is so unfair. I have to watch all the people around me live perfectly normal lives, with nothing to worry about other then getting good marks and paying bills on time.

I have to concentrate on the way that I move, make sure that I don’t walk too much, or trip over my own feet.

For years, I’ve obsessed and fretted over how I look and dress. I believed that if I was pretty, made myself look better then I do, believed that somehow I could stop people from noticing my disability by drawing their attention to my stunning looks, I could feel like everyone else.

It hasn’t worked so far.