"At 8 years old, I see that girl in the mirror with long brown hair, a crooked smile and a pink short dress. I would sing and dance and play, like any other kid would. I look in the mirror again and I smile at myself, thinking of how much I love myself. I mean, aren't we supposed to love ourselves?

At 10 years old, I see the same hair, the same messed-up smile, but with a different dress. I was overweight, but not really realizing it, because I was so caught up in my own world. I would play outside, and still smile and sing like I usually did, but I still loved myself.

At 12 years old, I chopped off all my hair, and it was still brown but with small streaks of blonde. I see something completely different. I look in the mirror and I see a girl with scars all over her wrists and tears in her eyes, wondering what happened between 10 and 12 to make me end up like this.

At 13 years old, I still have the short hair like I did when I was 12, except it's ginger instead of brown. I still look in the mirror and see the scars, except I have some on my thighs, my stomach and my ankles instead of just my wrists. I also see hickeys on my neck from the guy that I love, who loves me, and I wonder why he stayed to see me fall apart. I wasn't like this before...

I am not the girl I used to be."