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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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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers who has asked to stay Anonymous.
This is her story.
The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.
I will like to remain anonymous… The story I am about to tell you.. I have shared with very few.
My story might be scattered… I do hope you can understand.
Nothing I write here is fictional… Just the truth from my heart.
My parents got separated in my Jss1. I watched my dad cheat on my mom; beat my mum; and many other things. My mum left and things got worse for my dad. My dad would leave us at home to starve. No attention… Nothing.
School was my only escape, the people there were the only real thing to me. I finished from secondary school and got admitted to a private university. My first year in the university. I got raped by my best friend’s cousin. We had just finished exams and we went visiting.
… I blame myself
I learned to survive on my own from a tender age. I keep things to myself and deal with them the way I want. The only person I have depended on in my life was my boyfriend in school then. We broke up when we graduated. I guess I was so much of a burden to him.
Heartbreak.. I never want to experience again.
I’ve been in different relationships from then on.. Trying so hard to fill the void in my life. Void created by my family.. Yet I am still yet to succeed.
A lot of people will tell me to turn to God. Depend on Him. I just don’t know how to do that, because all my life I have depended on ME. I find it so hard to do that.
I’m a sad girl.. I suffer from low self-esteem; I envy women that are doing well.
One day my dad told me “Because you are so slim when you get to your husband’s place you’ll be rejected because you look sick and no one wants a semi dead girl” … and many other awful things that I can’t get out of my head.
Everyone who follows me on twitter, see me as an exciting person… That’s just a mask.. A very good mask.
I need help..
I’m broken.. Sometimes I think I’m beyond repair.
But you’ll never know ’cause…
I smile a lot;
laugh a lot;
joke a lot;
no one knows…
So.. I guess this is me…behind my smile..
Behind my smile is a lost 28-year-old ‘girl’ who knows she needs to be found…
…but doesn’t know how, and when.
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N.B. The project goes on with Friday’s ’His Story, VI’ by @IamNiyiOkeowo
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