You are going to read about a girl. Can we address her as ‘she’? Oh yes, I think you can.
Call her ‘ she’, maybe that will make her happy when she reads this tonight or on the way back home. She likes feeling good, just like you do, but sometimes it’s impossible but she still manages to do it. She will love you a lot but that can’t evade a major problem she has. She is suffering from a bizarre disease and has been picked on for it, ever since she spilled into her mother’s womb. She likes to be herself.
Disgusting, right? She has been told that. Wherever she goes, she bares herself. She talks she like would, she spews out her thoughts in cups, she lets her tongue wring on papers, she wants her mother to see her disease. You should understand how disappointed her parents are with this deformity. Who, in this world, would brave a life of being honest? Clearly, she has no morals or sensibility to understand them. She is outrageous and has dared to love too. A man.
A strange man. Oblivious man. But, a man. She did that!
Loving, desiring someone while being ‘yourself’, she is in a desperate need of therapy. You must agree. So on a sunny day, her parents took her to a hospital to remove that ‘yourself’. People in her family thought that she stank of ‘yourself’. She started hiding it in longer shirts and drab shoes, people say it would help her become normal but still, how sad, ‘yourself’ sprung over her face like fire. Worse, she stopped hiding it. It had a distinct smell that her house hated, people questioned and only a very few people, captured it in tiny bottles to store in their heads. Doctors frisked her pants for the cause of her ailment. She writhed on the stretcher, holding on to some mysterious dreams and ‘yourself’.
It leaks through skin like puss, her mother thinks. Being ‘yourself’ is the worst thing a good child should do. Good children feed on lies, cheat people and slog through their studies. Her parents were so disappointed to see her fail all this and be ‘yourself’. Disgrace. Disgrace.
She is still ‘yourself’ after countless storms in hospital rooms, therapy rooms, family rooms, rape rooms, doomed rooms, class rooms, temple rooms, roomless rooms and she has to be helped.
If you have any constructive feedbacks or numbers of helpful doctors, please inbox her parents.
They will acknowledge your effort.