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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:29 am
Why do some people think this?I have a story to tell ya'll.
One time I knew this girl,she had blonde hair,blue eyes,very light skin and glasses.She was very pretty,but she could never keep her hair neat.She told me that she tried and tried,but nothing worked.Everone teasted her for this reason.They also teased her because she was adotped."Why do people do such mean things?"I had thought.The girl let the insults get to her,so then she just stoped caring.Her hair looked worse than ever,and peolpe teased her to the point of tears.Then,in her sicence class,she meet a very nice and popular boy.She allready knew god,but she wasn't living the life she should.The boy told her to but her trust in God,but also care more about her hair.If she knows God will help her and she does her part,like actully blow drying her hair and not caring what the other people say,she'd be the most popular person there,in a matter of speaking.Over the summer she got more involed with chruch and God.She realized that she was a very talented girl.She joined the drama skit team and the youth choir at church.Now she is ready to go to 7th grade.
The girl in the frist part of the story,I no longer know.The part where the girl gets more convadent is the one I now know.I'm that girl.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 5:53 pm
ah thats a nice story
kinda sucks being the girl you were
i mean i dont really care if ppl think my hair is bad or not
but when its to the point were NOBODY would talk to me, i should stop NOT caring and listen to them, but how would i know?
thats some pickle
cool that God spoke through that young man and told you to come to him
-^^- *applodes*
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:21 pm
That story kind of reminds me of how I used to be.
I would care so much about what people thought about me. If I wore a pair of pants to skool and 1 person said they didn't like them. I wouldn't wear them any more. Even when I was little and playing imaginary games with my friends and a gr.8 just looked at me(Not even in a wrong way just happened to look at me). I would stop what I was doing cause I thought that the person probably thought I was stupid! I am serious! I also used to think that I was ugly and fat. But the more in touch I got with God, the more he showed to me that I wasn't that bad looking and no I wasn't a bag of bones, but I wasn't an elephant. I was just big boned (which is true. Alot of my bones are bigger then all of my thin friends)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 7:51 pm
looks dont matter its what is on the inside
I am glad it all turned out well
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 9:45 pm
kuramo looks dont matter its what is on the inside I am glad it all turned out well Yeah, but if I were ugly, I don't know what I would do with myself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 2:31 pm
Seority ah thats a nice story kinda sucks being the girl you were i mean i dont really care if ppl think my hair is bad or not but when its to the point were NOBODY would talk to me, i should stop NOT caring and listen to them, but how would i know? thats some pickle cool that God spoke through that young man and told you to come to him -^^- *applodes* ya..well,that dude is know my boyfriend.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:37 pm
SilverStripe Seority ah thats a nice story kinda sucks being the girl you were i mean i dont really care if ppl think my hair is bad or not but when its to the point were NOBODY would talk to me, i should stop NOT caring and listen to them, but how would i know? thats some pickle cool that God spoke through that young man and told you to come to him -^^- *applodes* ya..well,that dude is know my boyfriend. sweet
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