If I died today, I want Daddy to know it’s not his fault. It all happened before I had any time to realise what was going on and it was impossible to stop. The scars on my wrists and my thighs showed all the lies that had been told. The bones that show are thanks to my mirror and its lies of my imperfections. According to my mirror I would never be the perfect daughter, sister, girlfriend or best friend. I’m sorry Daddy but blame Nicholas. He knows how it all started. Just sit him down and ask. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect Littrell Daddy. All I ever wanted to do was to prove to you that I could be your beautiful girl.