The Secrets That Young Girls Keep

 Introduction

            Secrets: we all have one. Some are big; some are small. Some secrets are funny to tell friends and family, and others could destroy friends and families. My secret is one that can destroy a family or even lives. I must admit that it affected my life in more ways than I can count. It even altered my personality.

            For many years I was afraid, paranoid; I couldn’t look people directly in the eye and didn’t like confrontation. There are some things that I still have to work on. In a sense I feel like expensive china that has been broken to pieces, and even though you may pick up the pieces and put them back together, there are still cracks (scars, in my case) that remind you of tragic events.

             Whenever I looked in the mirror, it would hurt me to see those scars, and for many years I pretended that the scars were not even there. I tried to act as if I had never been broken, to try to fit in with the other china pieces, but it didn’t matter, because I knew that if you looked really closely at me you could see the cracked china. So I would only let people see me from a distance, not too close, because I didn’t want people to know that I was suffering from the pain of the secret.