I was never the popular girl and I was never over weight either, even though I felt like I was. Sometimes people think that if you are thin your life is just perfect, untouchable. But I am touchable, just like a girl who has extra weight or has a scar on her face, I hurt too.
I remember in high school people, use to play; “let run away when we see her because it’s funny”. I was heartbroken. Kids are nasty, but they all said “guys think you are pretty, who cares, it is only a game”. What! But no guys have said that I was pretty or went out with me, how could this be true. But as I became a teenager different comments emerged, “what would you know what struggle is? You're thin!” Followed by a look of smiled hate. Yeah, I was really untouchable.
So the final yeah of high school came about, I was emerging again. I was becoming myself, slowly. People did not like it. The started to put food into my pencil case when I was not looking, I opened it in the Library and I cried. I confronted them before our exams (you know the one that tells you what University you can go to), I screamed, yelled made a spectacle of myself. I was going to be heard. And boy the world did hear me, they all apologised because the whole class saw it, 120 of them. That was the last time I spoke to them.
Funny thing is, when my 120 class mates saw this, they realised I had a voice, I feel pain and some of them don’t really care. TEENAGERS. But the people who did this to me; the ones that created some of the hurt they saw a crazy person, a crazy person who was hurt. Did it effect them in life, no. Just me. They don’t care as I am just a memory, but I am the one dealing with the pain.
What did I learn from all this? I voiced my pain, my hurt and not let it fester inside now. And since I have, I have people that respect me and I respect them. I mean, I don’t want to go through life dealing with people the same people in high school, because that was high school and this is real life.
