Once upon a time, a magical butterfly -as blue as the most magnificent ocean- landed on my mirror, breaking the curse that made me see myself in all the negative ways possible.
It made all past hurtful words and acts disappear into thin air, waiting to be collected by the biggest force on Earth: Karma.
Karma made me free from all of their nasty definition of me;
“Fat, fat, fat, fatfatfafafafafa-” he kept reminding me for twelve years, then after three years of not seeing each other, he had the decency to sit next to me on the bus and talk to me like we were old time buddies.
“You’re too kind. It’ll make people use you for their advantages,” said the girl who once was one of my best friends, than turned her back to me the moment she made up with her old enemy.
Ha ha ha hahahahaha
“Hairy, hairy, hairyhairyhairhairhaihahahahahaha-” the boy mentioned above snorted at least a million times in those twelve years, than sat next to on the bus again, to whine to me about her girlfriend leaving him.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone I like him?”
“Yes,” she lied.
“OMG! She has a crush on him,” chanted the entire class, not seeing me being swallowed up by the ground.
“You’re too short for me...”
“Bigger size for the overweight girl? Good,” my P. E. teacher said, even though my shirt was as small as the others’ . It only looked bigger because I’m short and I wasn’t overweight. I only had on a couple of extra pounds...
“We’re relatives. I want you at my birthday party,” he said, then invited all the girls who ditched me, but didn’t invite me.
“Bibu. That’ll be your nickname,” stated the girl who wasn’t liked among the other girls after I promised to be her friend forever. A couple of years later she choose them over me.
For I did not have any relations with words, other than the echo of their bullying carved into my skin by cuts on my wrists, Karma gave me the most sacred apology gift: the ability to create magic through words.