Well it wasn't that easy. I was born in a religious family. I was 11 years old when my parents told me you may not sit like that, it's disrespectful. You may not sing, dance or listen to music,it's what the shatan does (and yes I was a Muslim). My parents didn't even celebrate my birthday. I didn't invite any friends and nobody invited me in their birthday party . It's normal, why would someone invite an ugly girl to his/her birthday. I wasn't allowed to go outside. I wanted to end my life. I was tired of school, home, family and friends. After 5 years my sister came back, and I survived those 5 years without her. When she came back I was happy. I thought everything would change. But everything went worse. Everybody was around my sister like horses that haven't eaten for decades. And yes, I was the one who was in the corner. Everybody changed. Even my mom! There was a wedding of my cousin. Almost more than the half of the family was there. Everybody but I mean it like EVERYBODY was around her. And I was the one who was putted aside. Like always. You would always see me happy, but from the inside I was dying of the pain.
