Okay, for realz.

This is the imaginary friend I had growing up. She was everything I wasn't: pretty, fit, confident, comfortable with her self and her sexuality. I was bullied a lot, by classmates and even my 'friends', and she's what got me through a lot. I never really spoke to her, and basically I would just ride the school bus, looking out the window, pretending she was doing hardcore tricks and stunts off of telephone poles, guard rails, and mailboxes, trying to ignore the harassing taunts of my peers. I finally feel that I've done her proud by becoming the person I always saw in her, and was able to do her justice by drawing her how I saw her: awesome.

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