She is hiding

In my previous entry, I told about our concept of beauty.

I went to my nephew's party in San Pablo. Then I noticed their neighbor, a girl about 17 years old. She was hiding behind their screen door and I wondered why. While everyone went out for the clowns' magic show, she kept hiding.

Later I found out from my aunts and uncles that she has very low self esteem. She looks thrice the size of an average 17-year-old girl. Enough for her to pity herself and be scared to come out in the open.

I know because I used to be obese. I used to be the center of laughter back in high school. I used to be the underdog, the laughing stock. And I know how it felt. I know what she feels.

I remember, back in the old days, I would just cry when they laugh at me, I would just pity myself. It's not nice when all you hear is their mockery. It is not nice when all they say is that you look like a filthy pig.

Four years after, I managed to take off all the unwanted pounds and the boys from high school (the same boys who once laughed hard at me) began courting me.

Karma goes round and round.