As a teenager, I’ve always been body-shamed and I took attention to it just this year. People in my school would call me names like “skeleton”, “stick”, “tree branch” because I was skinny and taller than the rest. They would also call me “espasol” because of my fair skin. The worse about this is that the word “flat chested” literally affected the way I see myself. I would look at the mirror and check a lot of times. I also stuffed my bra’s so It would look like i have big boobs even tho i don’t. One time when some of my classmates were playing truth or dare, someone said ” slightly hit the head of someone slut in our section and they all did hit me in the head. It was the most painful experience I’ve ever had. What did i do to deserve such an experience? Was it because i like to make myself look pretty and presentable? because i have friends?. I didn’t get them and i hated them or the rest of high school. I was grateful that the pandemic has happened not because people get sick and die but because i learned so much this past year. To love and accept myself and not give a damn about whoever talks about me like that because in the end, what i think about myself is what matters.