I had always been the prettiest girl everywhere I went. Guys adored me and virtually worshipped the ground I walked on, while girls hated me because I always intimidated them and they were jealous.
I was friendly but most people assumed because of my good looks, I’ll be a snub so only very few really got to know me, the real me.
All I’ve ever wanted was for people to get to know me for me, and not just judge me without even meeting me. But I guess if beauty is my cross, ill have to carry it even if painfully until people stop judging books by their covers.
– May Okanigbe