Until I Met You

7

I turned off my alarm, reaching out to take my glasses. I turned to see the window. A pale lavender sky welcomed me back to reality.

It was the kind of Monday you dreaded. Waking up to another week of the same routine being repeated all over again. I went to the bathroom and took out my pajamas, I entered the hot shower, my body relaxed and enjoyed the shower, my favorite part of my daily routine, just standing being showered with hot water all over my tiny body.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, stepping to the square mirror above the sink.

I smiled, taking a look at my teeth. I loved my smile and body in every way, it was unusual and it was mine. I remember how I used to hate every part of my face. I was bullied for being physically unattractive to everyone that saw me, they labeled me the ugliest girl in the class, even my "friends" walked away from me at some point, I was treated like a piece of object that clearly needed reparation. Until one day I reached to the decision that nobody, including me, deserved to me put down for what they are. I chose to stay alone instead of hanging out with people that made me uncomfortable or didn't accepted me for who I was. It was a rough year where I learned to accompany myself in spite of not having contact with anyone in my classroom.

I brushed my teeth and cleaned my face and went out of the bathroom. I closed the bedroom door behind me, wondering why there was no noise. I guess Anika was out early this morning.

"Esa pendeja ni me espero", I thought, frowning the hell out of my face. I hated when she did that.

I decided to wear a grey oversized sweater with blue jeans and my brown boots. The temperature was dropping and I hated to feel cold while I walked through the streets.

As I looked myself in the mirror for the last time, I winked at myself and went out to finally get my deserved breakfast to start my day off right.