AMELIA LEAL I was once taught that lying is ugly and dishonest, but I was never warned about the consequences. Well, I discovered that in addition to being painful, they can be irreversible. At ten, when all I wanted was to be accepted, I lied to help a classmate, Justine, fake a stomachache and get out of her calculus exam. The same day the girl sent me a “Thank you” message full of admiration, I didn't know at the time if I should feel praised, but I liked having her gratitude. A week later, the principal suspended me. It took some time for me to realize that the lie surrounded me, constituted everything I knew and, consequently, was part of who I was too. There was no escape, I kept lying not because I liked it, but because I was too good to ignore. I learned that no matter how screwed up you are inside, if a beautiful smile is shaping your lips, in the end, no one wants to see tears or know about your anguish.My smiles were rehearsed, dictated, just like my clothes and life.
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