I Am Caroline Foster

9/20/16 I am Caroline Foster. I am fifteen-years-old. I am shortish. I am rather thin. I am intelligent I guess. I am oblivious. I am weird. I am childish. I am different and not in a good way. I am the girl who sits in the front of the class because I am expected to. I am the young actress who can only find her voice through being someone else. I am the nerd people only become friends with so I can do their homework. I am an encyclopedia, Google, and a dictionary all rolled in one. I am an outsider. I am the one who will never be accepted because of my social awkwardness. I am and will never be anything more than a textbook. I am only a tool. I am scarred from the knives I have cut into my own wrists. I am depression, a dark room with the light switch torn out. I am anxiety that screams with deafening volume just to keep me chained to the ground. I am the one who’s supposed to know all the answers. I am expected to be a perfect little robot who should never step out of line. I am afraid to accept myself for who I am because of fear of the judgement and rejection of others. I am the girl who is taken advantage of because they know I’m too scared to say “no.” I am terrified of failure and not meeting the highest of standards. I am hideous. I am disgusting. I am so ugly that to attract a guy I have to hide behind pounds of makeup. I am sick and tired of being labeled by my skin, religion, GPA, cup size, and my face. I am done hiding in the shadows and letting the opinions of others control me. I am waiting every day for it to be my last just so I can get away from all the hate. I am suicide ready to happen. But, I am beautiful. But, I am unique. But, I am still that wide-eyed dreamer who just wants to write. But, I am a writer of stories that could change the life of one. But, I am not what others think of me I am not just another face among billions of others. I am chosen. I am a daughter of God. I am here for a reason. I am me and still discovering what being me means. And I am okay with that. I am telling you to rip off the history and stereotypes that you have been forced to lug around for so long. I am showing that no matter who you are, there is still light at the end of the tunnel. I am Caroline Foster. Who are you?