Beauty is the beast.

Hi, my name is beauty. I’m the perfect example of comedy in a melancholic body. No it’s not self pity—it’s worse than that. I really love music for what it’s worth, but I can’t find myself fitting into good tunes with life. And again, no, it’s not self pity. Urgggh…. Yes it is.

I’m the only child of four kids—I’m sure the world calls us ‘last borns’. My older ones and my parents have far forgotten that there is an existing female child in the home. I’ve got three older brothers and my both parents are alive. But it seems they’ve so forgotten my presence that it doesn’t matter if I’m around or not.

My home is not the only place I don’t feel at home. When in school, I feel the need to be at home, always.

Is it because I’m plump?
Is it because I’m the complexion of midnight?
Is it because I’m alone!?

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Sometimes I don’t blame them, I’m not the brightest in class anyways. I’ve not got much friends. And while it somehow hurts that out of 4500 college students, I am the only friend I can confide in. And if that isn’t worse enough, I get to be picked upon in class by virtually all my course mates.

I know it’s stupid, but, it’s as though the names they call me have become dresses I put on each time they see me, because I sulk into the person they call me each time we cross paths. I’ve been called a lot figures and parts of speech that I wonder if I truly am human. I doubt.

Being both a ‘moron‘ and an ‘oxymoron‘ ,
I occasionally join the crowd to mock me once in a while to know how it feels to mock others. But the truth, I am that person being picked on.

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On one peculiar morning, I got to the class block and found a writing from an anonymous person for me. It really didn’t say much though it did say all I needed to hear for once.

Dear Beauty,
Yes you do exist, and I see you. You are not the names they call you. You have a lot going on in your head and these people don’t know that. I see you everyday, and I know it’s a tough battle in there, but I want you to know this,
You are only in the baking process, you will definitely come out refined.

Reading that made me feel weightless for the first time in so many years. Alas and alack, there was someone who thought of me as not weird. For the first time, my name made so much sense to me. Beautiful is who I really am.

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