Journal #15 - My Mask
My mask portrays a confident, self-loving, smart girl who doesn't let anybody get under her skin. My mask smiles at strangers, and smiles harder at friends and the people I care about. My mask gets through the day by numbing itself of the pain and hurt that it feels inside. My mask hides the years of hurt and pain that the girl who wears it went through. The flashbacks of her drunken father screaming at her mother, shielding her eyes with a blanket through muffled sobs and heartache. It hides that girl who is insecure about how other people look at her, if she's good enough, or how crooked her teeth really are. It hides the girl that once had so much self- hatred that she didn't believe anybody who called her beautiful or showed her how wonderful she actually was. My mask hides that girl who believes she might not ever be loved but realizing that maybe sometimes it's not about being loved by somebody else. My mask realizes that self-love is the most important, and witho...
