I was on the bus, when a boy behind me started to say obscenities about a who he thought was ugly.
“Ugh, she’s so fat! Whale!”
“You know I love her, really, with a hairy p****.”
“So ugly! Put a bag on her head!”
“Look at her hair, I mean, really, look at it! What is that?”
My pulse immediately quickened, as it always does when I hear someone insulting someone, or even laughing, because always feel like it’s about me. I tried to tell myself that not everyone hates me, and that he was probably talking about someone else. Some one who had wronged him. Someone who he actually knew.
His friends said, “Ah man, that’s rude. Stop it.” But that didn’t stop them from laughing.
The more filth that spewed from his mouth, the more uneasy I grew. Other passengers turned around to look at me. He definitely was talking about me. But why?
I hadn’t done anything to him. I’d never even laid eyes on him before. What could make someone want to attack a total stranger who was minding her own business.
Whatever it was, its made me realize why I don’t feel comfortable outside of my house; Why I’m so painfully shy, I can’t speak to someone I don’t know, without breaking out into a sweat; And why I always feel like the ugliest girl in the world.
– Anonymous
Location: Kent, UK
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