Mean Girl

©2014 fumigraphik
©2014 fumigraphik

 

The scars are real; they still partly define me, highlighting my insecurities and self-doubt. Yet, when I think back on my darkest of dark ages, I can see that my childhood was not simply good vs. evil.

The ones who bullied me have scars of their own, perhaps still buried deep in their closets with self-loathing and abuse.

And just because I was frequently the target does not mean I was beyond reproach.

With great shame I recall hiding in the backseat, tying my shoes for an eternity, so no one would know I had arrived with the fat girl.

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Beret Olsen

Writer, photographer, teacher, and part-time insomniac.

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