Jade Darrow Biography

Perfection.
What is perfection? Certainly it is not I. For I am too 'shy', too 'chubby', to be this perfection.
Do we live in a world full of lies? For I do not see this perfection. Is perfection under disguise?
I stand in front of a mirror and hatred fills me. To be perfect was not meant for me.
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(Disclaimer: I am not transgender so I did the best I could to understand the feeling of those who are.)

Hi, I'm a girl.
I play with dolls, never footballs.
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We hear the words 'It'll be okay' to keep us from the truth.
'Everything will be fine' also keeps us from the truth.
Why keep it from us?
We're not young anymore.
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The girl you see standing there, talking to her friends. I bet you didn't know she's depressed. The smile you see on her face is fake. She lives with every regret in her life. She seems so perfect on the outside but it's the inside that matters. She's fighting off her inner voice but it's winning. "Take the blade, " it whispers, "press it to your skin. Draw on your arms with your favorite blood red color."
No one pays attention to what you're fighting off inside. All that matters is what's going on, on the outside. Perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect everything. Don't they know how stressful it is to try to be perfect? Perfection hurts everyone. You never see of it. You never hear of it. But perfection hurts.
The boy that you see standing in the sidelines, he has no one to turn to. No one to save him. He doesn't see the light. He doesn't believe in faith. He has no smile on his face. He fights with life every single day. He's fighting off his inner voice but it's winning. "Take the gun, " it yells, "press it to your head. Disappear from this world. No one liked you anyway."
No one pays attention to what you're fighting off inside. All that matters is what's going on, on the outside. Perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect everything. Don't they know how stressful it is to try to be perfect? Perfection hurts everyone. You never see of it. You never hear of it. But perfection hurts.
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