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The project aims at looking beyond the smiles of the next person, to see what’s really beneath, what’s really going on? How people really need help and won’t bother saying anything about it but would rather cover it up with a façade of strength, with a smile.
It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.
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We are starting with Adebimbe’s (not real name) story. She sent her personal story in.
The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.
Well, here it goes..
I’m Adebimpe Adigun and I see myself as an abnormal 13-year-old. I feel like the world is crumbling and I’m the only one feeling it. I go through so much pain and emotional crap that I shouldn’t be going through at this stage. I think too much.
Why? Okay this is where my story begins.
School’s not been the best. I wake up every morning wishing it was a holiday. My classmates make my life so miserable by tearing my books, breaking my stuff, making fun of my hair, how I dress, calling me a loner and all that childish nonsense. They bully me. They say I don’t talk to them because I act too mature. Honestly, I don’t seem to understand them. Too childish. I act like it doesn’t get to me at school and I never forget to put on a straight face or keep smiling; but when I get to my room, I crouch in the corner of my wall and cry. I cry so hard and so silently. Tears fall from my eyes and run down my face and I weep. I always need someone to talk to .. But most of the time. I keep it to myself.
I’m always asked by people why I relate better with older people and it’s basically because they understand me.
I’ve tried to use physical pain to take away the emotional pain but that was a terrible idea.
I punched glass.. I couldn’t hold myself. The anger bottled up in me just needed to get out and I had no one to talk to. I lied to my parents that I fell on bottles.. I’ve been through so much.. Slitting myself with a razor was the worst.. It was hell.
*sigh* I feel alone. The truth is, I feel ugly. I feel like I have no one except family. They love me so much and I love them more.. But you can’t always rely on family when you have to move on..
My emotions take over me most of the time. It’s just me and my BlackBerry against the world.
I need help.
I am not your regular 13-year-old
Why do I feel all alone?
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N.B. The project goes on with Saturday’s Beneath the Smile, II by @its_kash
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