What I am isn't important. But my story is. I was born 15 years ago. I wasn't supposed to like 'boy stuff' , but I did. I want supposed to put my arms on the table, or climb trees, or burp out loud, or play in the mud, but I did. I was made fun of for being a blonde. Pfft. Hair color can hide true intelligence. I have always been over weight, but do I care? No because 84% of mass is pure muscle in a healthy human being. My name is Carmel Louise Dagmar. How many times have you looked at some one and immediately judged them? Because of how they look, or act, or talk, or walk? This isn't just my story. It's everyone's. I'm just one person who decided to share it.
YOU ARE READING
I Only Smile On the Outside
RandomThis is a social experiment. I want to see how people react to seeing the world through someone else's eyes.
