MaroonLynx

In the summer, when the air was bright with the scent of nectar and sunshine, she was called fat. Her friends stood away from her, and eyed each other with discomfort so palpable that it hung, suspended in the Gothic hues of the warm evening sky. She laughed,   as it was all she could do to hide the pain that gnawed so badly inside almost immediately, it was joined by that of her friends. It was there,   she crafted her first mask; imbued with betrayal and hurt. She named it confidence and put it on In the fall,   when the carnival left sweet aftertastes reminiscent of a fragrant dream, she was called ugly. The fragile and fur