You are a goddess on Mount Olympus. You, like all goddesses, want to be the most beautiful. Of course, all the gods flit right past you and over to Aphrodite, who shoots you nasty looks from the reflection of her golden handheld mirror. You need to take action, and claim that oh-so-beautiful golden apple for yourself.

THE WAR IS ON.

So...a different title?

Thank you. :-)

Not exactly for you... you probably wouldn't care about WHAT they look like. 

And she was just really separated from me. And looking back, I realize that she wasn't that peppy girl who tried to fly on a soccer ball. I thought she was awesome when she tried. But she was just really changed.

How? I didn't think anybody could mistake it for something related to Twilight.

I am currently working on a storygame, called Insecurity Reasons, that is very close to my heart.

Last year, I moved away from the home I've had for basically all of my life. I emailed my friends every day, but one day, my friend stopped writing back. She sent me a very short email, saying she was no longer allowed to use the internet. 2 days later, I received a handwritten letter from her. She explained quite a few things.

She had fallen into depression. She had engaged in cutting. A little voice in her head told her she wasn't good enough, and that if she was skinny like other girls, she would be happier. She developed an eating disorder. She was falling apart. Depression is the erosion of oneself. She was collapsing inside.

Once her mother found out, they went to a therapist. But that wasn't enough. She wrote that letter to me from a hospital bed.

 I was proud of her, because she had gone through all of this, and still found the strength and the reason to put smiley faces in her letters. She made me laugh every time I read them.

But I feel horrible. I think she was depressed when I was there, also. She listened to dark and sad songs, which I called her "funeral songs". She wore some dark clothing. How could I be so oblivious? I was so wrapped up in my tiny little life, that I didn't see what was right in front of me.

I started feeling depressed, too. I almost cut once. But every time I broke down, I told myself I had to be strong for her. I feel so much better now. Reading her letters now, I laugh at every single one. 

She's doing better, too. She's out of the hospital, and can email me again. We both feel good.

So, I'm creating Insecurity Reasons in her name.

Now, I've seen guys saying, "I'm glad I'm a boy. Girls have to put on like 6 pounds of makeup, play dumb, and literally starve themselves to look pretty. "

And that's true. Girls do that. It's for the people around them. They change themselves, well, most of themselves, to fit in. To be accepted as "one of them". It's harsh.

Any ideas for Insecurity Reasons? I want to write this, and I want it to be good. For my best friend.

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Please?

Kay. I'll try.

I am freaking out! Not because of this question, but because of something else.I didn't post it as a whole new thread because I didn't want them to see it. I got this message asking me my name. I made up a name. They asked if I went to school. I said yes. But when they asked my age, I drew the line. I didn't want them to see me make a thread asking for help, so I'm putting it here. How do I get rid of them? PLEEEASE ANSWER! AARGH!