BULLYING: MY EXPERIENCE
I stared fixedly at the mirror. Eyes locked and gaze firm, my mind engrossed in whatever thought had for a known reason swallowed me. At a first glance anyone who thinks that I was just another 16 years old, worried about looking pretty for the day Oh, how wrong they were! Even in my trance, I felt Tayo's eyes on me he was the only one that knew, the only one that understood. I wasn't admiring my features, I wasn't checking for the best outfit or the perfect pose. I was diligently looking for a flaw, something to criticize, maybe that pimple that made me look awkward, or was it the way I smiled? No, it had to be the way walked, or was it just my existence that was the problem? Now, all these assumptions were to answer one question, a question I asked myself ever since I walked through the doors of High school. WHY ME? What made me different? What flaw did I possess that was so disgusting? What sin did I commit that was so unforgivable, I couldn't remembe...