Disobedient Subjects.

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Skin.

When you are a child things are simple,you wake up and go to school ,make friends ,play with them without any biases about each other whether it be caste,race, religion, language or your looks or physical traits nothing matters.

All of us as children function on a pure stimulus of emotions and that is why we are beautiful as children.

I was comfortable with my personality, I was never anxious or insecure or scared over any issue be it my studies or my social life.

I was very impressed the moment I watched a movie and if I liked it then I would learn the character dialogues,dance numbers and impression. Bollywood and it's music had a great influence over me.I was very expressive and enjoyed entertaining people.

All of this continued till the day I reached puberty, the change in my voice, a sudden growth in my height, appearance of small cat like whiskers they call a 'moustache' all of it was abrupt but still something which could be handled but then came something called as a pimple and along with it's buddy acne.

At first I regarded both of them as friends which came along with this change but as time passed they took my hospitality and non-hostile nature granted .They made colonies on every ridge, valley and flat land they could find .My face looked like the topographical map of Utah.

But still I was fine as I believed every word my mum said and I strongly believed the statement

"All of this is a phase and it will all be fine eventually." and also I knew as long as I have my friends at school behind me, I had nothing to worry about.

I reach school every face with a disgusted look some staring some looking away with disgust,even my close friends keeping a distance from me to protect their so-called 'normal skins' from infection.

At first at least people communicated even though from a distance they talked to me.

But then a rumour spread across class that the reason for my so called 'disease' was me as person being a extreme pervert, that I was a porn addict and therefore according to their cracked logic I masturbated multiple times in a day, which lead to this consequence.I was shunned by everyone and even if anyone talked to me they did only if they wanted to make fun of my face or if they need a porn critique because according to them I watch quite alot of them.

I approached teachers,especially male teachers I believed that they would understand me better and would provide me with a helping hand but instead they did something worse , they said the same things my friends said and suggested that I masturbate less and that me and my habits were the issue here.

I was petrified as they finished talking and I nodded my head in agreement with them.

My mother was always concerned about as I spent every morning shedding a tear looking at my face in the mirror while going to school.

My mother approached the school and brought to their notice that such behaviour on the behalf of students as well as teachers is unacceptable.

But then it was all on paper ,the teachers nodded their heads in agreement and asked the children to understand the situation here and to be nice towards me as a fellow student.

My mother thought that she found a way to end all my troubles but her plan actually backfired, when they were told not to do something they did more.

It has been so long through the course of these events that I have become completely insensitive towards my surroundings.

Looking at my state my mother took me to a skin specialist,where I went through a 6 month long skin treatment,which involved daily use of skin lotions and creams which burned my face everyday and the use of benzyl peroxide (bleaching agent).

After 6 months I had completely bleached myself back to 'normal'.