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Lia Bernhard

United States

Memorial Day weekend

June 24, 2014

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It was the weekend before I met him. I suppose every girl in the world has thoughts like mine, every girl thinks about her wedding, about her first kiss. But because I had never been kissed, these thoughts left me feeling hollow. So I pushed the thoughts down and away because they hurt. Sunday ended with me lying alone in my bed, my hot pillow sticking to the back of my sweaty neck. And I wondered what was wrong with me. Wondered why my friends who really weren’t as pretty as me had boyfriends and why no boy ever looked at me. And as the heat worked its way into my brain, every stupid stereotypical thought of self doubt bubbled up in my head, leaving me curled in a ball on my side, mascara leaving tracks on my face and making a dark puddle on the bridge of my nose.

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