I was walking up towards where I live when a car drove buy and the window was rolled down, this guy stuck his head out and went “stygge kjærring” (=ugly bitch).
It felt like a drive by shooting, (for the first time in my life my jaw really dropped…). I still feel quite numb. The first thing that vent trough my mind was how glad I was I’ve been bullied. I think most slightly drunk girls on there way home would have been less prepared for that. On the other hand it’s been a long time since that hellish everyday and I’m not as prepared as I used to be for that sort of shit.
Then I started thinking about how I deserved it, what and ugly fat bitch I am, and then I got angry at myself for thinking that. When I got home I looked in the mirror and I thought; “fuck it, I’m good looking, maybe I’m fat, but not ugly, and anyways that’s none of your beeswax“. I know my cloths make an easy target, but I recon I‘ll always stand out in a crowd so why not just acknowledge that.
But I can’t help thinking about this boy, who probably is my neighbour, and every time he’s thought that I’m an ugly bitch but hasn’t had a car to hide behind. And that scares me… a lot.
Well any ways
DOWN IN THE PARK WITH SOME FRIENDS OF MINE