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I loved being a girly when I was growing up but when I started middle school, I stopped. I think I had that I passed that phase where I have to more mature and try to be like everyone else. At the time, I didn’t care about makeup or being popular. I just cared about having fun, trying out for sports, making new friends, and start a new journey. I had a lot of friends and I had a lot of enemies but it never got in the way of me having fun. But once I changed schools, I never was really happy after that day when i started.
Ever since I started 8th grade, I changed a lot. Especially on my first day. I never really talked on my first day even when Nick came up to me and talked. When I stopped talking to Nick and when we had our on and off friendships, I got really angry, annoyed, depressed, sad and emo. Then I got into the popular group and when I became the “leader”, I changed my appearance. I wore makeup, wore trendy shoes, had a normal backpack, and I pierced my ears. My friends like me better like that then how I originally looked. I became to lose my old self and I was fine with it since I never even liked my old self. I would always tell myself that this is how I was going to survive 8th grade and if I want to continue being this person then I will. I never really thought about changing my appearance because I really didn’t think about it. As time went on though, I began to think that maybe I shouldn’t be someone I wasn’t. I told my closest friend and she said I should just stay the same and I agreed. But maybe it wasn’t a good idea…
As I continued to lead my group for the next how many months, I always had them following me even if I didn’t want them to follow me. I guess they just had to follow me because I tell them what to do and how to do it. I sometimes get tired of it so I sometimes change my appearance again. (I don’t share this often because you guys will think I’m crazy but I will). By changing my appearance I wear old shoes, a old roller backpack, hair *, and some makeup but not a lot. WHen I do this, I act like a new kid and every time I pass my group, they look at me in disgust and I’m fine with it since I actually miss that face. On days when I’m like that, I can hang out with other kids and have a good time. But as much as I enjoy that, I just can’t control my depression.