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May 04, 2009 23:33

A couple months ago I was walking through Safeway when I saw some girls from middle school. They were the kind of girls who were hot shit in middle school and thought they still were when they actually all still looked like a bunch of 12 year old girls. As I walked by someone had to make a statement along the lines of "How did she get so thin? I thought that was impossible for her." The girl who said it was named Ashley Flores. I don't like her, she was a girl who everyone loved. She dressed in tight pants all the time and had dark makeup on. For awhile she had a mohawk. Of course she dated Michael Peltz, the school hottie, who played the guitar and wore eye liner. I look back on middle school and want to throw up.

Ashley was one of those people who could take over anyones life. So it happened that one day she just took my only friends away from me to go do the hottest thing of the year in the girl's locker room; cutting yourself. I watched my best friends turn into these weird girls who sat on the floor of the bathroom between classes and cut themselves. It didn't make sense to me because I knew they weren't in any sort of emotional pain as much as I was. I will see those girls around with scars on their arms and know that it was just a fad to them and nothing more. I know that they will probably tell people that they had a hard life and thats why those are there. I also feel really good about myself when I look down on my arms and know I don't have scars from following one of the most ridiculous fads I've ever heard of.
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