Bailey Transon.Plus size teenager, a lover of bus taker and too busy to care of other peoples opinions.With conquering the world other than suffering high school life, Bailey's life was quite unique and different than others. Until, a new guy attra...
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B A I L E Y
I never remembered that story which I dreaded for ruining all of the time of me being a seventeen years old. Until now.
it's been one year since that incident.
Since the overbearing sound of my tears dripping from my eyes to cheeks. Hallways creating whispers of echoes and highlight the moment of an overweight teenager, desperately trying to find an exit by sitting in a cold ground. The crushing weight of burdens and fears. It has been one year until I saw something, a seablue dress. And of course it was meant for a beautiful girl to wear. Anyone, except me.
"You're not pretty because you're fat, Bailey. But because you're too ugly that even a seablue dress won't give you the slightest chance of being a goddess."
I remember how much of an impact this line could give me. I remembered much words can truly hurt people. At least, how much words from a bundle of strangers or classmates could truly hurt me. I wished for a paradox which is made only for a kill switch. I wanted to kill myself.
And I remembered, that words meant exactly what you want those to be. Maybe, deep within, I wanted those lines to be heard by me.
And maybe, I wanted those lines to be heard by me again right now because- it's better to know when will the storm come or how much it will damage you before it leaves you all broken and helpless.
I wanted to hear those words in a sentence for not to let myself be all broken and helpless just like I did before.
I wanted Hazel, or Starlet...for telling me all those words in a sentence. To decrease myself from a storm. Again.
But instead...
"You'll look beautiful in this." Hazel said all of a sudden, bringing me back to the present and Starlet staring at me weirdly. It was as if she knew where my mind was truly.
"I...I need to get out of here. Please.."
I said in a rush and quickly left Hazel's room.
~•~
I should have been happy. Hell, I should have been dancing non stop because my own mother got me that seablue dress for me to wear at prom. It was a dress from a good shop, real one. One with awesome styles, patterns, colors etc. It was a dress from a shop where all girls can go and buy it anytime. It wasn't from a shop where only fat girls can go and drown in the room full of heavy, poppycock kind of dress.
