You may use a blade to look pretty and have smooth legs but I use the blade as a cry for help and as an escape from the pain in my head. I have scars permanently cluttered all over my thighs and wrists while you have wings on your eyes. You have heels on your feet so you can stand taller while I can barely even keep my head up through the day. You get stares and praises because of your beauty and confidence while I get despising looks and yelled at for my mistakes and anxiousness. We both have pain but one is greater and deeper than the others. You have a family that praises you and wants you around while I have a family who doesn't want to be seen with me and only pushes me down. We are not alike yet somehow we get compared.