"Soft" Doesn't Mean Weak

This story isn't about some girl with perfect skin, rich parents, and a soft life. It's about me. The girl who got called ugly, weird, dirty. The one who sat in the back of the class hoping no one would notice her, but somehow still got picked on. It's about the things I've been through, the stuff nobody talks about. Yes, I've been hurt, yes, I've made mistakes. Yes, something that happened to me still makes me want to disappear sometimes. But I'm still here. I was assaulted when I was young. I've been betrayed by people I trusted... even by blood. And I don't always like the person I see in the mirror. But this story... this is about becoming. It's about turning pain into power, silence into voice, and shame into survival. There's s*x here, there's sadness. There are things I wish never happened.... and things I still try to understand. This is a story about an ugly duckling that nobody believed in. The one they laughed at, ignored and used, but which might still turn into something more. If you ever felt like you don't belong... like you've been broken.... Then this might be the story for you. And even if nobody reads this... I still wrote it anyway because, finally, I'm telling my own story in my own words.