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k you ca

wished I had died in her womb. She screamed those words at five-ye

ry, my little vo

have cried-terrified and confused. Yet, at the end of each outburst, she never had t

wasn't the first time. Apparently, my father's race was an issue for them. My unknown father-whom my mother loved dearly an

, I had to pay

d me for looking nothing like her but more like my father. I was told how ugly and fat I was since childhood. My own m

truthfully... I didn't even know what love was

her family's blessing and affection when she got engaged to a

y twin half-sisters. People said they were

nd ugly. Six-year-old me stood in front of the mirror and accep

ge, I didn't see it as cruel.

were signed to endorsement deals for baby modeling in China. Fa

ally was. I couldn't feel it. But I could s

o see my mother glowing-not drunk, not cursing,

was

h sets of grandparents. My mother and my new stepfather were seated in the middle. Gra

were hung in our living room, I was

slayed that photoshoot-especially with my wide smile an

g-especially from kids in the neighborhood and

outed. I didn't even

girl!" ano

cause my own mother called me that ofte

've got beautiful sisters! You

as that pro

er work. I would bottle-feed them, and at a tender age I lear

me, they grew up and joined my bullies. They to

eve-we looked

eeing me as more of a maid than a s