A Zebra Cant Change Their Stripes And I Cant Change My Appearence.
They say that beauty is skin deep and ugly is to the bone. As much as I try to believe different, I can't. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I that I was different from everybody but I just couldnt put my finger on what made me different. Nobody noticed, nobody cared... until later. I wouldn't know what made me different until I heard someone call me ugly to my face. It was then that I realized that I wasn't like everybody else, on the outside. Everybody had perfect teeth and gums, eyes that were the same size and skin that didnt reasemble bubble wrap. The name calling and teasing only got worse from there. There was nothing I could do. I just coped. I coped with the feelings of inadequacy. I coped with the negative treatment from my peers. I had no one to talk to. My home life didn't help either because I was also the ugly duckling out of the bunch there too. As a result I am internally agonizing. Hurting from realizing my truth that I am the proverbial ugly friend, the grenade, sidekick, the charity case, the last resort. It hurts because I am loathed because of something I cant change. Its as of it makes me less human. No one is willing to look past the outtter to see me for the loving person I can be because I am ugly.