I was born with "toastis," or a
lazy eye. When I was 6, I under went an operation that
would help me raise my eye with a string, like an
artificial muscle. I lived a normal, happy life until I
was 10. Then the real world grabbed me by the neck and
wouldn't let go.
Children always picked on me calling
me "one eyed Willie," "freak" or other names. My size
didn't help either. I always was unusually short for my
age. I began to hate my self. I didn't fight back. I
believed them.
Then when I was 13, I saw the light. I
fought back when somebody dared say something. I even got
in fist fights. I decided that I was glad God made me
this way. If He hadn't, I wouldn't know what I know now,
things an average person wouldn't know.
At age 16, I'm popular, happy, and
couldn't be better. Believe me when I say it gets better,
because it does! But you must be there for
yourself. I couldn't depend on anyone, because nobody
I knew understood. Tragedy can bring us down, our job is
not to let it.
If anyone wants to talk, I'm here at
Vivian2moonlight@hotmail.com
January 1999
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