The Pressure of Teenage Girls

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a non-fiction story, it is based on my life. I have used fake names to not expose anyone. It is about the context of life, how the pressure that is placed of teenage girls, and how we deal with it.

Submitted: December 23, 2016

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The Pressure of a Teenage Girl Yes, my life can be amazing and I am so grateful for a lot of things. But sometimes, sometimes I feel second best, alone, abandoned, upset, hurt and unappreciated. I’m tired of it. I’m sick of it. I can’t stand it anymore. Having a friendship group of three, it is tough, especially when there has to be that one person that takes the role of being the third wheeler. In this case, it’s me. I guess I auditioned without knowing. I must play it well to end up walking as the third point in the triangle which always looks out of place. Have you ever thought to yourself, maybe they don’t want me here? I know I have, I still do. All the time I am constantly getting taken the mickey out off. Sometimes it can be taken as a joke. But every second of every minute of every hour, I will get a comment. I hate feeling like this. I get judged by my actions, my clothes, my personality and my looks. Why should my appearance affect the way people view me? Maybe it’s me? I honestly fell for the saying, “best friend”. My best friend holly, she hardly speaks to me. So Millie took the role, yeah she was amazing and sometimes still is... However she has hurt me in so many ways I have lost count. Me and Jenny decided that we are this so called amazing “best friends”, how is this possible? She doesn’t even go to my school. I’ve started looking forward to my lessons so I am not sat as the third wheeler. I enjoy the seating plan, so I am away from my “best friends”. It’ll come to lunch and break and I transform into this quiet person. Sometimes I wish I could go back to my old friendship group, yes they were the weirdest of weird but I felt like myself. But back then, Mille was a smoker who hung out with the wrong crowd. And well Mia, she was with a group of people no one talks to anymore. Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you didn’t exist? Have you ever wondered what things would be like if nothing changed? Would life be better...or worse? Perfection, what comes to mind when you say the word perfection? Some may think of a model or a famous person. Is there an answer to the question, what is perfection? I know my answer; I can answer that question quicker than when Usain Bolt sprints 100 metres. “Not me”. I am not the definition of perfect; anyone will be able to tell you that. “My nose is like a pigs,” that is just one of the nasty comments I get. “I’m as flat as a wall,” there’s another, this time about my body. Why does a teenage girl have to have a perfect figure? Boys have it easy; however for girls we get the constant pressure of keeping track of our figure and appearance. One of the worst feelings ever is when another girl will look you up and down and laugh. Several times I have experienced the embarrassment of that.


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