"Samantha?" I whispered into the quiet darkness. "Are you still up?" My heart beat wildly beneath my breast as I waited for a response, but only the steady sound of restful slumber could be heard. With a soft sigh, I lifted to my elbows to peer at the slow rise and fall beneath the blankets. Asleep then. I lay back down beside my best friend of twelve years, anxiously battling myself within my own...
When I look in the mirror, my ugly insides look back at me. I know I am beautiful, because everyone tells me so. But what they do not see is the ugly beast of self-loathing that lurks on the inside. They do not see the girl who speaks poorly of her friends to make herself better. They do not see the scars that come from years of others telling you that you are not enough. All they see is the prett...