"Tiny Sushi" | acrylic
[proceeds to ruin it for you]
It was probably because they loved that I couldn’t defend myself very well and I would get crazy angry and lash back at them with clumsy words and snapped pencils, but I’ve been singled out at school for as long as I can remember.
It’s never been the same guy two years in a row, but somehow, despite none of these guys ever knowing each other, they’ve all said the same thing since Sixth Grade.
"She looks like an ugly connect-the-dot"
(The magic words to make me feel awful about myself)
I know it shouldn’t bother me so much.
I shouldn’t be afraid in a classroom of meeting new people because I’m afraid they’ll start it all over again.
I shouldn’t be afraid of being in public because I feel insecure about my face.
But some things get so deeply rooted that you start to believe them.
And it’s hard to stop believing something that people have told you for years.