I step into the classroom and immediately feel the heat of my cheeks turn blush.

Suddenly I feel impeccably out of place.

My brassy hair does not match that of the lovely blond hair of all the girls.

My broad, boulderous face cannot compare to the soft, angelic faces smiling contently.

My solemn frame and imperfect body gags with disgust seeing the perfect slimness of the others.

I do not fit in, not one bit.

Every glance towards me draws up and down my body and gives a look of sorrow and pity.

They pity me for my ugliness.

I am embarrassed to be myself.

I am embarrassed of being so different.