My Mom Wants Me to Get Plastic Surgery My Life as Cinderella! 1 day ago   05:43

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My Mom Wants me to Get Plastic Surgery

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Hi, my name is Rachel and I’m just like every other girl my age, except for one thing…and well, that’s what I want to talk to you about today. I’m 16 years old, and OK…I don’t really know how to put this…I’m ugly! Not like hideously ugly, but I’m no beauty queen. My mom’s a beauty queen though, well at least she was when she was younger. She was the beauty queen of our state, but now she just helps run the beauty pageant. And she looks wonderful for her age. She’s super slim and has long straight hair. Ever since I was a little girl she’s always tried to make me look prettier. She used to buy me expensive pink frilly dresses and tie my frizzy hair up in cute polka-dot hair bows, but she still never seemed satisfied. She never registered me into the cutest baby competitions and never ever let me participate in any of her beauty pageants. I mean it’s not as if I even want to take part, but she’s my mom and she runs it, she could at least ask me if I want to join, right? Or at least invite me to attend!

For my thirteenth birthday, she bought me a make-up set and said I should start wearing make-up every day if I ever want to have a chance at being successful! Can you believe it? A few of the girls in my year at school are participating in the upcoming pageant, and their moms are there at every rehearsal cheering them on. My mom’s there too, of course, seeing as she’s in charge of it.

One day, my friend Marissa asked me to come over to her place after school. As we walked out of the school gates, her mom came running over to us telling her she’d be late for the special beauty pageant ceremony. She’d completely forgotten it was today! I told her I’d just see her at school tomorrow, but her mom insisted I come along too. I knew my mom was the guest speaker at this ceremony, and I’d offered to come along and support her, but she went really quiet when I said that, and told me I should probably just stay at home and do my homework. I didn’t argue with her because she really didn’t seem to want me to come.

I got in the car with Marissa and her mom and decided that maybe my mom was being modest and would secretly love me to be there. As we arrived at the venue, Marissa headed backstage to join the other beauty queen contestants, and I took a seat in the front row with Marissa’s mom. Before my mom was due to go on stage, she came out to check that everything was in order, and that’s when she spotted me. I waved and smiled at her, but she didn’t wave back. She looked upset with me. She asked me what I was doing here and why I wasn’t at home? She told me to go wait in the car or I’d be in big trouble. I didn’t even reply to her. It didn’t seem worth the fight. I grabbed my bag and said bye to Marissa’s mom before running off. Marissa’s mom looked at me with tears in her eyes.

An hour later my mom climbed into the car and we drove home in silence. I went straight to my room and locked the door. I just felt so alone. My mom came to my room and I opened my door because I thought maybe she wanted to apologise, but instead, she said she’d booked me an appointment with Dr. Reynolds to see if he could fix my face, and with Dr. Smith to discuss my diet. Again, I didn’t even argue. I’d just given up. It had been like this my whole life. The next day we were sat in Dr. Reynolds office and he looked at me in confusion. He asked my mom why on earth we were here. He looked at me and said I have one of the most beautiful faces he has ever seen and that there’s nothing that needs alterations on my face! My mom interrupted him and said she thinks I am ugly and that it’s affecting my school life and my social life. When I heard her words I ran out of Dr. Reynolds office and burst into tears. Why was my mom so cruel? Why couldn’t I have a mom like Marrisa’s?



Comments 13085 Comments

xxx Yagoda xxx
It’s the worse version of “Dumpling” huh
Starlightpuppygamer YT
My mom and I aren’t that close 😔 not even a bit
I wish we were...
the lip sync is terrible
It’s lee lee
"Well, she was a beauty queen"

Stephanie McIntosh
Can we talk about how her mom wants her to get plastic surgery but in the animation she grey.freaking grey
creepypasta fan
My mom tells me I’m beautiful and I know that so does she she never told me that I need plastic surgery ever
Ben Markovitz
To me she’s pretty don’t listen to what. Other people say
Isla Allan
She’s prettier than her mum
Lilhedgehog 857
Don’t do it your mom is full of her self and she thinks that you need to be as pretty as her well you know what you are beautiful I bet if I saw you I would fall in love with you and I’m straight and I am a girl so don’t listen to your mom she is wrong about you and how pretty you are
Lilhedgehog 857
If you think you need to wear make up to look beautiful you’re wrong make up is supposed to define your features not make you look completely different have you seen the way Chinese and Japanese people put on the make up dude they use clay to make a different shaped nose make up isn’t for that make up is to define your features
ANIA'S Corner
She said that her mom has long strait hair, But in the animation, her mom's hair has curls. WTH!!! AND ITS SHORT!!!!
Saira Roohi
Actually her mom has curly hair
👇like if you agree👍
Adraina Portillo
This reminds me of the movie dumplin from Netflix
Kiera's nails lambert
Her mom looks dead she's paper white (Not racist my dad's white so I'm not racist if I was racist to black or white people I would basically be being racist to my self)
J Windigo
Ur not ugly ur bootifull
Rainbow Girl 789
I woulda still slapped that b across the face
Salina Kouser
Love your vids
Linnea Vargas 6b Björkestaskolan
Shes the worst mother ever!
Laaibah and Ifza amir
What kind of a mother is that?!
Keri ann Bridgeman
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My Life as Cinderella! My Mom Wants Me to Get Plastic Surgery 1 day ago   05:55

My Life as Cinderella!

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Hi, I’m Tanya, and for a while, my story was like a fairytale gone wrong.

My mom passed away when I was a kid, and my dad remarried right away—a mean, nasty woman with two daughters several years older than me. Sound familiar? Yeah, my life pretty much became Cinderella. My stepmom, Penny, hated me but loved her two daughters. She would spoil them rotten while treating me like dirt. She didn’t care that they bullied me—she bullied me too, and my dad was at work so often that he didn’t even seem to notice.

My stepmom even started making me do housework. Horrible chores like scrubbing the toilets and taking out the trash—and she never made my stepsisters do anything! I was shocked by how a fairytale written so many years ago could so accurately represent my life. Minus the part with the talking mice and the bluebirds coming to help me do chores.

My best friend, Stephanie, tried to encourage me. She’d remind me that I only had to live at home until I was eighteen. Then I could go off to college and start a new life far away from my wicked stepmother and stepsisters. “You have amazing grades!” she said. “You’ll be able to go to any school you want. You could go somewhere across the country—across the world, even.”

Stephanie was the only person keeping me sane as my stepmom continued to treat me cruelly while letting my stepsisters get away with murder. I told my dad about it once, but he just said that blending families was an adjustment. “Give them a chance,” he said. “Your stepsisters have had a rough time since their father left. I’m sure Penny’s trying to make it up to them by indulging them.” I hated that he took their side.

If I was Cinderella, then where was my fairy godmother? Where was my prince charming? I knew the answer: That stuff only happened in fairy tales. In reality, nobody rescued you from your awful life. Especially not princes. When guys asked me out, I told them I was too busy for a relationship. In reality, I was scared. How could I expect to have a good relationship when my home life was this bad?

As high school wore on, I continued to get perfect grades. I did some volunteer work, which got me away from my house and bulked up my resume. Once it came time to start applying for colleges, I thought I had a good shot at getting a scholarship. When I sent in my applications, I was so nervous I was shaking. But I was also excited. Soon, I’d be able to escape.

I was so excited, I made the mistake of telling my stepmom what schools I’d applied for. She was angry I’d picked schools so far away. Didn’t I realize I had a responsibility to my family, and should stay close to home so I could continue to help around the house on weekends? She said if any of those schools accepted me, I had to turn them down. I told her I was almost eighteen and would go to college where I wanted. She called me ungrateful, and said it was a good thing my mom hadn’t lived to see how spoiled her child was.

I was horrified. I ran out of the house and went to Stephanie’s to calm down. Stephanie had some friends over that night, and it actually made me feel better to socialize a little. I met a guy named Dave who was really nice. We talked all evening and had a ton in common. He had also applied to all the ivy league schools, and Brown was his first choice, just like me. He offered to walk me home, but I got nervous. I couldn’t let myself like this guy! A messed up person like me couldn’t have a relationship.

I made some excuse and went to say goodbye to Stephanie. She asked about Dave, but I said it wouldn’t have worked out. She told me my stepmom had already ruined so much of my childhood. I shouldn’t let her ruin this too. I realized she was right. I found Dave again and told him he could walk me home. We even kissed outside my house!



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