Well I guess every story has a beginning and here is mine.
Sorry if this first one isn’t super great.
I [18F] was in the beginning of my last year of HS and life was feeling impossibly hard. You see, to the rest of the world we were the perfect family and I was the perfect daughter. I had straight A’s and I led bible study. My family was the quintessential Hallmark family. Unfortunately , the family reputation didn’t align with reality. It didn’t explain how my parents expected me to be perfect and how they were verbally abusive to me. It didn’t highlight the overbearing criticisms of every mistake that I made. It didn’t show how my mom told me that she wished I had cancer instead of my sister. It didn’t display how both of my parents said that I had the body of whore and prohibited me from going to a public gym, be a cheerleader anymore, or participate in anything besides church, school, or work.