Where did the ugliness go?

Greetings, everyone. I hope you're already enjoying the weekend?

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Scrolling sneakily on Facebook this morning, I came across a photo post of one of my high school classmates whom we used to mock and banter a lot because he had a very big head. He's looking so fine in the photo that the big head completely disappeared. At first, I thought maybe it's because of the version of the photo I was viewing, so I went to his profile, checked his photo gallery, and saw his recent posts, all fine just like the one I saw earlier.

Wow! How did he do that or did he undergo surgery?

I paused and went back to look at my own photos too. I saw that my once big head has reduced to a reasonable size.

The thing is, the two of us used to get bullied because of our big heads back in school, but his was bigger than mine. So when the bully got heated, I'd join in saying stuff about his head, maybe just to divert attention away from mine.

I know that there's a stage where one will overgrow those parts of our body that are not in good proportion, but this mostly works when the person picks up the growth at an early age, not when they have matured already. And also, maybe when that particular body part is not too prominent.
In our case, we were already maturing during high school days. How did it disappear like that?

Okay, one may say it's not possible to notice a significant change in oneself because I won't be able to notice if there's a significant change or not, and probably, I'm just assuming and self-praising. I once mentioned something about a significant change in my body, and a friend in this blockchain asked the same thing.

Let me tell you my story:

During my secondary school days, I was bullied to the core because of my body status. I had this very fair complexion that people likened to albinism. I was slim (of course, I'm still slim), and I had a big head.

Can you imagine the picture? Imagine a photo of someone very slim with a slim body and a big head resting on the neck. That's more like 'kwashiorkor'(disease due to malnutrition). Oh yeah, people wanted to liken me to kwashiorkor patient, but no, my ribs were not showing like that of a kwashiorkor because I was well-fed.... ofcourse I was living in my father's house with nonstop feeding

*To be honest, I hated my nature then; my colleagues were very good at bullying, and on days when I was free from them, I joined them to bully other guys to make myself feel better. Lol. *

I left secondary school and got admitted to higher institution with low self-esteem. But as time went on, I had friends who admired my light skin and wished they had the same kind of skin. I would be so surprised at them because my complexion wasn't fine at all. But they pointed out some parts of my body, especially my legs which were always covered by trousers. I saw how fresh they looked because they weren't exposed to the sun. That was the day I actually wished I was born in one of the freezing countries, not this burning country called Nigeria.

It didn't stop there; things really changed when I entered Year Two in school, and by then, things had become easier because we were no longer exposed to the hot sun or controlled by lecturers like Freshers.

As for my skin, I took care of it by trying not to expose it too much to the hot sun. After all, I was in school and not at home where I usually got roasted under the sun while working on the farm.
*I didn't use cream; no, I didn't want a situation where my skin would start to bleach. My skin is easily sensitive to those cheap creams, and I didn't have money to buy the costly ones. I hate hearing, "Kingsley, you're bleaching."

Look at it, This skin I once hated is what I'm using to flaunt now.

Oh! You want to say I took care of my skin, that's why I feel better and fine now?
Okay, I accept that, but what about my head? Did I take care of it too? If so, how did I do that? Lol. 😅

My once big head is miraculously in good shape, and I don't care to know where the other part went to. All that matters now is that I'm every lady's dream.

I know you want to attack me, bring it, I'm with a bottle of Holy rum, sipping and waiting for you.

Thanks for reading.

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