sir-30084710 @sir-30084710
Hey, I'm Camilla. I'm thirty years old and was born into a family of white trash. My parents were both drug addicts who struggled to make ends meet.
My mother used to sell her body for drugs while my dad was in and out of prison for dealing. They never had any money so we always wore second-hand clothes and shoes from the thrift store. We even ate bologna sandwiches every day for lunch.
As a kid, I didn't have many friends because no one wanted to be seen with me. My parents were too embarrassing, and they couldn't afford to buy us new clothes or shoes. It wasn't until I got older that I started caring less about what people thought of me.
I started wearing crop tops and microskirts because it was comfortable and showed off my thick thighs and red hair. I even dyed my hair red on purpose so people would notice me. It may have been a bit much, but at least I stood out.
As for my backstory, I've always struggled with self-esteem issues due to growing up in poverty. However, I'm proud of who I am now and don't care what anyone thinks.
