I smoked because I chose to . My best friend had me keep cigs for her so her parents wouldn't find out . One day a guy at school asked me if he could have a cig . I said they aren't mine , but hers . She was the most popular in school , me not at all . I was quiet and shy . I still am shy but I don't smoke . I've accepted I am who I am .
Everyone met on the road just outside school property at recess breaks . Lunch hour in the cafe all the cool kids met where I never smoked in case my dad would stop in and catch me , or my mom .
I joined in that "one " day ar school to be accepted into the popular group and be cool like my best friend . By grade twelve it was a half pack a day and in university I was up to a pack . Got married and a pack and a half , quit eight years . Divorced 2 packs a day .mThe rest is a story of twenty eight years of stinky hair , yellow finger nails, etc etc .
As as I grew older I found excuses, like them keeping me thin , looking cool , handling stress . I tried different brands because the longer ones looked neat and gave me more for my buck , the thin ones looked dainty , lady like , and menthols smelled better . Some I chose were because " I thought " they were less harmful ( a lie) or had less tar and the list goes on .
My dad was also a three pack a day smoker , mom a casual smoker . They never smelled cigs on me because .. well you know why they never smelled smoking on me .
My my best friend still smokes . Hope she quits soon.