Well, its my time to tell the truth.
I’m Mireia, I’m a girl of 15 years old and I live next to Barcelona, in a little town. I’m not popular, I’m not pretty and I’m not sexy, but I still alive.
About my friends, I don’t know who I can tell... everyone of else are diferent and special, like everybody. A 80% of my friends is or was in problems for the bullying, like me. My bit history (of 3 years) was a normal history, and now one of the girls that make me bullying was my best friend. This 3 years was a big oportunity for grow up to myself, for be stronger and for understand that the people change.
Moret han this, all of my stories was normal stories. I don’t meet any famous, I don’t live in a special city, I’m a fucking disaster with the english and... well... I have two fingers recomposed (yes, you reed fine).
I’m a bit fat, but I understand what I’m and I don’t need slim for please to the society, the society its not normal, its like a ELLE, and I’m not going to be a part of this stupid ELLE. Every girl its more perfect sleeping than please the society.
I think this is all, like Stephen Chbosky tell in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" :
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”