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"Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. "
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FREYAFeminine † Old Norse † "Noble lady" or "lady""REY"Nickname † Middle English † "Ray," referring to a beam of lightDIAMONDSurname † English/Latin † "Brilliant gem" -
Basic info
◖BIRTHNAME◗
She was given the name: Freya Diamond. Freya is inspired by the god “Freja”
◖NICKNAME◗
She has always been called Ray, because she was a little Ray of Suneshine as a child. In school however, people called her fat, a pig etc.
◖AGE◗
She is currently 22 according to her birthday on April 9
◖BIRTHPLACE◗
She was born in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. .
◖NATIONALITY◗
She was born in the States and is therefore an American.
◖RESIDENCE◗
She is living in a apartment in New York City.◖OCCUPATION◗
She is a waitress at a small coffee shop, and a cocktail waitress at night. She dropped out of school due to bullying. He dream is to own her own art gallery one day, so she is saving up.
◖BUILD◗
She is a slim woman, but she was rather overweight as a child and teen.
◖HEIGHT◗
She stands at approx. 5 ft 6 in (1.67 m)
◖EYES◗
She has dark brown eyes.
◖HAIR◗
She has medium long dark hair. She was never allowed to cut it or dye it as young, so the first thing she did was cut it when she moved out.
◖COMPLEXION◗
She is rather pale.
◖WEIGHT◗
Approx. 126 lb / 57 kg)
◖SCARS◗
She has old self-harm scars on both her arms.
◖ZODIAC SIGN◗
She is a Taurus.
◖SEXUALITY◗
Freya is straight, meaning she is attracted to men.
◖RELATIONSHIP STATUS◗
She is single as of now.
◖FACE CLAIM◗
She has the same face as Sofia Carson -
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About her
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She usually solve problems by letting them
devour me
Self-hatred and self-pity are both terrible addictions.
You let them get to you, and the longer you wallow in that filth, the more you forget what life was and what It could be
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Hating the mirror and hating your body, is some of the first feelings Freya can remember. Jealousy over a barbie doll and skinny pretty girls, was and still is the norm. Why couldn’t she just look like them? Why couldn’t she just be pretty? For Freyas entire life, she has been consumed with the need to be pretty. Eating to dull the pain was her go to move. Her mother and father, rich and beloved, her sister was the prom queen and cheerleading captain, Freya was the unwanted child. Never good enough. Her mother would often beret her for her looks, saying she needed to lose weight, forbidding her for cutting her long brown hair, buying dressed two sizes to small, making Freya feel even more terrible about herself. Dad was never some help, always playing the perfect father and husband, acting like the perfect mayor, but the reality was that he never cared about Freya, and he was and still is a terrible husband. Having multiples affaires, her mother knew about.
Bullying and harsh words were a regular during her childhood. She would be called fat and a pig daily, boys would pretend to ask her out, pretend to like her, all for some twisted cruel joke, for who could ever like the fat Diamond girl? Her sister was her biggest bully, constantly degrading her. High school was a living nightmare. She was the outcast, always alone, always a target for cruel pranks and words. She only had one safe space: the little art school. She would draw her little heart out; it was her way of expressing herself.
Self-harming started when she was 15. She would cut her stomach and her arms, trying to escape the pain she felt every goddamn day. No one seems to notice, and if they did, they didn’t care enough to do anything about it. When she was 16, she started to starve herself. Lossing a bunch of weight, but she wasn’t healthy. The self-hate got bigger, she hated her looks, herself, the school, her family and the entire goddamn town. She couldn’t wait to get away.
Moved to New York City, dropped out of NYU, living in a small studie apartment, never really talks to her family, working two jobs, always alone. She is no longer the ugly duckling, but she doesn’t date. Why should she? What would people think if they saw her scares? Would they just laugh at her? Pretend to like her, just to make fun of her? Only sleep with men she knows would never see her again, only at night after a drink with the lights out. Scared and alone, she has forgotten how to live, how to laugh, how to love and how to be happy.
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