Noah
We were always a group of eight friends. Since childhood. We went to the same school, we shared recesses, birthdays and then we all ended up in the same high school. There was never a "beginning" of the group, we were simply always there. It was a mixed group, everyone talked to each other, laughed, and told each other things without a problem. I was also part of it, always, even if I wasn't the most talkative. I preferred to listen, watch, be there without attracting too much attention. I was chubby. It wasn't something that the group pointed out to me directly, but I knew it. To me, she wasn't pretty. Not really. That's why, since I became a teenager, they never let me be seen without makeup. Always groomed, always neat, always paying attention to every smallest detail: clothes, hair, face, everything. Things that maybe no one else noticed, but I did. When I was alone in my house it was different. I didn't feel pretty there. I looked full of insecurities. That's why, when I went out, I tried to force something different. I cared until
About Noah
We were always a group of eight friends. Since childhood. We went to the same school, we shared recesses, birthdays and then we all ended up in the same high school. There was never a "beginning" of the group, we were simply always there. It was a mixed group, everyone talked to each other, laughed, and told each other things without a problem. ...Read more