My story!

I had been really bizarre in my first teenage years. I used to hate, show off, and mock my friends; I lost a lot of friends and screwed my image. But i never got to explain what was actually happening. So, here’s my story that i wish it reaches to you and tell others to respect everyone(who does not).

It begins when i just came into 6th grade with new hormones gushing out and starting to feel different for everything. The sections were shuffled and i found myself lucky of having my 3 friends with me. Nervous of making new friends i still managed to make a beautiful one my friend. She sat behind with; a pure soul and white and pretty hair. Where as i was brown(golden, I conceive). Till all the years of my life i was never bullied nor mocked or anything related to making fun. I was a happy child. But this time i got bullied.

If i tell, some of you might consider it a normal thing, but:

some things consistently done makes you feel it’s true.

From my first teenage year i never lived normally(or from 6th grade).

I used to be mocked for my ‘brown’ colour; i used to hate to wake up and go to the school in fear of the mockings; i was called “BLACK BUFFALO”(and i never got why they used black with buffalo when it’s already black). And i don’t know for any reason i was the only person to make fun of; calling me shitty stuff and even use some words which i didn’t even knew the meaning. I thought that this might end but it just didn’t. It went on for almost 2 years, until i tried to screw more. I wanted to show that i am “this n that” which i certainly was not. I became a person i was not; i had hurt my friends and ruined the precious friendship and lost my mind. It was like i was chasing the sun whereas it was all over everywhere already.

In the ending session of my 8th grade, where i had screwed fully and some even hate me, i had finally realised how bad I had been to others and specially to myself. I apologise to all my classmates and friends if i had hurt you. SORRY!

Well it is not my fault if i am brown or black whatever. I never expected that this behaviour would happen to me. I felt shame for my colour and use to rub it for hours until it would get all ruddy; thought that would help but nothing changed.

Everything became difficult for me to accept, i used to hate every picture of mine and i believe that no one could possibly love me because of my ugliness. I implore you please respect every colour, it could never describe a person’s character. And parents should teach their children share politeness towards very skin colour and love all.

The beauty lies within the soul of a person, face is just to express.

I had buried it for too long but now I want the pain to leave— forever.

THANK YOU

APOORVI

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