Free College Admissions Essays: All The Perfect Girls

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It was terrifying to be honest. The words that got tossed around my head every night when I was sad and alone. The words that would poison my mind, words like “fat”, “ugly”, and “stupid” were the most common. I would lay in bed, wide awake, in the middle of the night with tears streaming down my face and onto my pillow. I’d put my arm over my mouth trying to suppress my sobs. I didn’t want anyone to hear me, then they would know that I wasn’t perfect. I felt pathetic, inferior, worthless compared to all the ‘perfect’ girls that the guys wanted to date. All the ‘perfect’ girls where you could count all their ribs. All the ‘perfect’ girls with their flawless, clear faces. All the ‘perfect’ girls that I would never be as good as. In 7th grade, I starved myself, I was barely 110 lbs. And I f@#$ing starved myself, all because of one word,

Some of people's favorites were: “Soulless”, “Strawberry Shortcake”, “Satan's Spawn” and of course “Fire Crotch”. All because I have red hair… I never could understand why red hair was such a bad thing. Is it because I was not a beautiful brunette? Or a hot blonde? Was it because I was different? Was I ugly because of my hair color? I never could understand, it’s been years, and I still can’t wrap my head around why I was called those names. I felt stupid, my dad wasn’t proud of me, he would compare me to my younger brother or he would talk down to me. He would always tell me I shouldn’t procrastinate, because Tyler doesn’t. I should always go for extra credit, because Tyler does. I “shouldn’t be stupid like [my] mother” (that was one of his favorite lines). I would get yelled at for having B’s, because that wasn’t good enough for him. Nothing ever seemed good enough for him.
I had gotten to the point that I had given up on everything, my grades, my looks, and especially myself. I had reached the bottom of a seemingly endless pit, yet there I was, at the bottom, I was done, I gave