All my life, rejection was my shadow. School wasn’t a place of learning for me, it was a battlefield of ridicule, where every day I was reminded that I was the ‘ugliest’ girl in class.In high school, I was mocked, insulted, and branded “the ugliest girl in school.” My classmates used me as the punchline of their cruel jokes.
Boys would whisper, “Even if she was the last woman alive, I wouldn’t look at her twice.”I carried those scars into campus, hoping maybe things would change. But nothing did. If anything, it got worse.In university, everyone was forming cliques, making lifelong friendships, and finding lovers. I, on the other hand, spent years eating alone.To read more,click here
