You’re beautiful

Hi, I’m destiny. My therapist said that talking about my feelings to my reflection might make me happier with myself. So that’s what I’m doing now.  You might be wondering why I have a therapist. Well it’s honestly no biggy. My parents organised one last week when they found out that I was getting bullied. They think that this has something to do with my low self esteem. This is true but I’m only getting bullied because no one can bare to befriend me. I mean who would with me looking like this. I just feel that it’s also a positive since I’ve been given an awareness of my flaws and other’s views so early on in life.    Although the bullying is quite bad I’ve gotten used to it. It’s become a part of my routine. I wake up at 7am, make myself some breakfast and a packed lunch and get changed. My wardrobe consist of three sets of every outfit. This and the school showers mean that I can get to class and home clean after being used as a common dumping ground. I then walk two minutes to school and get there for 8am (when the teachers arrive). I’m usually in the classroom reading a textbook before and after school too. Another positive to getting bullied is that I’m now a genius in all things academic since I’ve managed to memorise about 50 textbooks. I’ve managed to make up for in brains what I don’t have in looks. You’re probably wondering when do I get bullied. Well, the torture happens between classes now. I used to come home drenched in tomato ketchup with the excuse of a food fight. The guys normally treat me like a freak show. Always staring, whispering about and prodding me in the hallways. While the girls throw food and insults.  The leader of the bullies is Jessica. She isnt that bright but she’s hell bent on making my life a misery. She’s the leader of the schools mean girls. She is beautiful with her slim torso, short legs and bucked teeth. All the girls with these fractures are at the top of the food chain. I on the other hand have a fat chest and a maga waist. Personally, I think bullying must take a lot out of them but I can see why I’m their target.  Like I said, my parents found out about the bullying last week on my parents evening. Jessica got cocky and thought it’d be a great idea to pour custard on me and my parents at the entrance. Unfortunately for her my parents were livid and eventually so were hers. Shortly after, hers and mine overheard her boasting about how she wasn’t in much trouble considering she’s gotten away with bullying me for four years now.  My parents were so livid that they’re making me transfer school. As of today I’ll be going to Midnight High and I’m terrified. Although the bullying was bad they never physically abused me. I’ve gotten used to the bullying so two more years of the same abuse isn’t a big deal. What if Midnight high’s bullies like to physically abuse others? I’m not used to that and won’t be able to hide the marks. I’m a literal walking target so there’s  no way I’ll be able to avoid getting bullied.