The Joke Was On You.

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You called her fat, you called her short, you pulled her leg for being too skinny or being too tall. You made fun and laughed together. You knew it would break her inside but you laughed anyway. She knew she’s breaking inside but she laughed anyway. Funny and enjoyable it was.

She went home and looked at herself in a full length mirror trying hard to escape those fears, scars and insecurities. Moving her fingertips through all the nicest places she turned away. She wanted to shine the brightest this year but your approbations and jests quelled her but you both laughed because it was so entertaining. She lost the shine in her smile and forgot to suspire a fresher air. Poor she got more attuned to your toxicity.

Even on the days she deserved your claps, you refused to grow up. You made jokes and chortled because it was so amusing. Piece by piece you damaged her and laughed. You were so dead to find better reasons for your amusement and she was too dead to rebel.

She tried hard to seek your kind words but went home in a dismay. She cried and cried. Her pillows all wet, she shouted the loudest in her head. She looked out for answers to the questions that you inculcated in her mind. Questions that were now becoming a part of her soul. She hated herself even so more.

In the 20th Century, I just hope we are able to find better reasons for our mirth and better subjects for our jokes. At this point I just hope you realise how worse it is to be the reason behind why someone hates herself. Be kind. 🥀🌹

P.S: This article is for a friend that is where my purpose of using the pronoun ‘herself’ lies.