Friday, August 17, 2012


Today, one of my students opened up to me. She's very quiet and reserved, but I can usually get her to talk and share things with me. But I wasn't prepared for today.

She was telling me about her dad, who is an alcoholic. And how he has never been there for her, doesn't show up when he says he will and, most recently, left her a voicemail where he called her a fucking bitch and told her she wasn't his daughter anymore.

He was drunk.

It was hard to hear her story. It was harder to listen to the voicemail when she played it for me.

This is me and my dad:
That afternoon, I had called him in a panic because I felt ugly. When I looked in the mirror, all I could see was a fat girl with a neck scar. My neck was hurting, and my mouth hurt when I ate or drank anything. I was upset. So he invited me down for dinner, and my stepmom took this picture to show me that I'm not a fat girl with a neck scar.

I'm so lucky.

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