Pieces Fall Away

My goodness, are you the babysitter? How old are you? You look twelve!!
Happy eleventh birthday! Hahaha...
Would you like a kid's menu?
Really? You totally look like a middle schooler!
Do you even eat?
Okay, honestly, you look about twelve.
Wait, but Kelsey doesn't have boobs! Haha, just kidding, Kels.
Happy birthday! You still look like an eighth-grader!
Hey, midget.
Oh my god, you're in high school!?
Are you sure you're 5 feet tall yet?
Oh, how adorable.
Go eat a fucking cheeseburger!
If I didn't know, I'd probably think you were 13.
You're driving soon? Will you even be able to reach the pedals?
Oh, don't be so touchy. It's not like you ACT twelve.
Five foot two? Wow, that's pretty pathetic...

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I get it, okay? I'm small. I'm skinny. I look a lot younger than I really am. And honestly, it never used to bug me. But I'm sixteen now, and I can only take so much.

It really bothers me that none of you can see how fake it is when I smile and laugh along. Am I really that good at pretending?

I used to be one of those girls brimming with confidence. A girl who walked around with the knowledge that she was beautiful in her own way. These days, I'm not so sure, and every time someone makes a joke at my expense, a piece of that girl falls away.