There once was a girl by the name of amber.growing up amber was told she was the prettiest girl in class.all thru middle school,high school college the thought of pretty i her mind warped eventually pretty lost its meaning.instead for our amber it did the opposite now if her appearance wasn’t up to par she only felt negative depressive emotions.she put this word pretty on a pedestal so high she couldn’t feel pretty without uppers.always chasing the next dose next hit of endorphins

Amber was chained by the thoughts of her Facebook friends chained by her little blue check mark chained by the happiness it gave her to read the comments on her Instagram

Until the chain not only took her life but her vision her future you see amber could have been so much more in her life a young woman with high aspirations even higher goals come from a two parent home mom a lawyer dad a police officer so how come no one noticed? There daughter spiraling chained by thing only her mind could see

She was broken by that five letter word

Being

P I have to be pretty

R I have to be pretty

E I have to be.pretty

T I am pretty

T I have to be pretty

Y being pretty

Was worth all the pain it caused worth every discomfort worth every penny right ?

It’s not like She could have changed the world

Fell in love with her passions found her calling changed her life and the life of others,just by being amber.no we lost out on that the second someone called her pretty only for her to be shackled by that one little word

I still wonder was being pretty worth it ??

The pain wasn’t.The missed calls the loss the sleepless nights wondering if amber was the girl you grew up with if the flicker of beauty behind her eyes still glowed. only to hear the worst thing happened i would have traded anything to see her,the way her eyes lit up the room her laugh carried on the air in all honesty

I would rather have amber back