Sent from above

As a little girl I dreamed of my prince charming who would lift me off my feet. I figured " I will be waiting and somehow somewhere at the right time we would meet" My dream began to fade in middle school. You hear the stories of the kids being bullied but you don't expect it to happen to you. why would it? You don't bother anyone and you think of yourself as a nice girl. So what did you do? But it happened to me. Girls found so many things wrong with me. My nose looked funny, my lips were too big, I was too skinny, my braces were ugly, and i reminded them of a pizza. Girls trying to jump me all the time and all I could do was hide. Hide in a teacher's class, hide in the bathroom stalls. I prayed for someone to save me, the pain was too much, searching for an end, I found noone. I prayed and I prayed for someone to love me or at least for a friend. One day even I stopped loving me. And then I made a friend who taught me to love myself. He showed me something new. He was not my prince charming but he is my angel sent from above.