“O boy see this lekpa girl” one of the boys said as she walked past them. Her mum sent her out hurriedly to get peppers so she didn’t have time to make her face look good since that was the only good thing she could boast of.
She sighed and kept looking at the floor trying hard to shut out what had already found it’s way into her head. She hated how she felt then and all the other times people reminded her of how flat and unattractive she was.
She never went bra shopping with Jenny and her friends because they would point at her boobs and laugh. What was most embarrassing was how Jenny described her size to the store attendant.
“Give us the TINIEST size you have and make sure it has lots of FOAM” yep, that’s just how she says it and Jenny is supposed to be her friend.
Precious hated mirrors because her reflection annoyed her. The mirror she hated the most was the large one in her room. Her dad got it for her because according to him:
“The reflective glass on our windows don’t do your beauty any justice”
She always wondered why he said that to her when it was a lie. The mirror he got was a flawless piece of plain glass that showed her exactly how she thought she looked:
Skinny, flat and ugly.
Oh how she wished she could be like Jenny. Jenny was perfect! She was 14 but she looked 20. She had full breasts that could hardly stay inside her blouses. Her curves formed a perfect 8!
One time when she was out with Jenny, a guy she had been staring at obsessively finally noticed her and waved at her. She was so happy and smiled from ear to ear then she pointed at herself and mouthed: “me?”
The young man replied, “no, your friend” with a look of pity.
Jealousy and anger flooded Precious’ mind because Jenny always got what she wanted. She felt invisible and she hated her body!
Her mum noticed her low self esteem but felt that it was a phase that 13 year old Precious was going to outgrow it someday.
Precious felt the same way too because the internet says that there are people who are late bloomers and she could be one of them so she waited..
“Happy Birthday!” The whole family screamed jolting her from her dream. Her dad, mum and little sister were in her room excited for her on a birthday she wasn’t even looking forward to. She however forced a smile, hugged her mum and sang the “how old are you now?” part with them just so they would leave her room with all the excitement. When they left, she went to her mirror, looked at her reflection one more time and then smashed it with a closed fist.
Precious is one of the many people who are struggling with the society and her opinions. People like Precious don’t know that the society is just doing her job, she’s throwing hurdles at people to build their personalities. Precious feels the whole world hates her but she’s the person who actually doesn’t love herself. I know I have passed on this message over and over again on the blog but I will not get tired of saying it.
Don’t beat yourself down and then blame the world for it. The world does not owe you anything, she’s just doing her thing. You should do yours.
Things will only get worse because everyday more and more “ideal” situations or people will be created and most of us most likely would not look like or fit these perfect things. What would we do then?
Hate ourselves like Precious did?
PS this is my first ever attempt at fiction. I need feedback please 😓😓😓