A young girl stands waiting outside a party. She’s buying her ticket for an evening she’d planned for a long time with some great friends; A night of dancing and smiling.

Tension loomed like clouds over casting innocence; A large group of lions inside, staring, foaming at the mouth.

Please don’t be staring at me. I’m only 16. 36 D but I’m only 16.

She gets her ticket, walks through the door, hearing cheers and jeers. Please don’t be cheering at me. Small waist 36 D but I’m only 16

She tries to ignore, but they’re everywhere, leering, looking for a piece.

She sits in the darkest corner of the room she can find. Maybe I should have dressed differently. Maybe I should have stayed home

Friends laughed at jokes and silly voices around her. A blonde haired, blue eyed boy, who knew her inside out; grabbed her hand and held it tight. Don‘t worry ok. Just don’t worry

He was always there, picking up pieces; looking out for unease in her young eyes. Trying to make it better, to fix her. He loved her frame, because of the cuddles. Because she gave the best cuddles in the world. Not for anything else; he never wanted anything else.

Why do you want a piece of me, I’m only 16. Tight jeans and tight top, but I’m only 16. Please stop staring at me

She runs outside, into blackness, into concrete and football grounds. Her friend follows and grabs her by the arm. She just cries; make up running, tangled up in her own self loathing and tight clothing.

Please don’t cry. They don’t know you. They never could

They’re always staring. I can’t stand it. It makes me feel sick. I just want to wear baggy clothes and hide away in them

You know; I couldn’t stand it if you wore baggy clothes. You’d be accepting defeat. You’re far too pretty for that you know. That’s why they stare. I hate it too. I hate them looking at you like that.

Those two hugging friends, knowing not what they shared. All in a cuddle; sharing everything in one single embrace.

I wore these clothes for you
I wore them for you not them

She walked home that night. Feeling different, feeling ruined. Something was missing. But she didn’t care.

36 D and 16. My best friend loves me for me


Rachael  Hope

Bridlington, United Kingdom

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Childhood memories; They shape your life. But the people who come and go can re-educate you and change you. Hold onto those friends who hold onto you just for being who you are.

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