A mermaid in the herd

Like all little girls, I too lived in a world of mirages, where the little things in life were for me the most beautiful things my eyes had ever seen. I lived in an alternative reality, where colours, sweets and laughter abounded in the crowd.I will introduce myself to you for a better understanding, my name is Melanie Dariel Frank-Giraldillo. On the surface my ancestry comes from foreigners who flooded this country with their riches, but as time passed, poverty knocked at our door and we were left in the misery of the country.My story begins long before my birth, when two people decided to join together in a kind of illegal marriage. From them 3 beautiful children were born. However, I invite you to this madness that runs through the memory of my mind.I was born with only 7 months, longing since before I came into the world to get out of the darkness in which I lived the first 9 months since my conception.Perhaps I couldn't bear the oneness with my mother's womb and desperately wa

—You are a very pretty girl. Take this little welcome gift to my bus. —He said, as he transferred a piece of candy from his hands to mine.Boy, did I judge the man before his time. Now he seemed like the only man I should trust from that moment on. I smiled. I took the candy from his hand and he made a gesture that demanded a kiss from me on his left cheek.Hey, he was a man who had given me candy, of course he deserved a kiss from me. I pressed my lips together and intoned the future kiss I would deposit on his cheek. The man, flattered, returned the kiss on my cheek. It seemed like a beautiful act at the time.My spirits rose to joy and I travelled happily on that bus, accompanied by those children of dubious origin.The journey was somewhat exhausting, as my ears were filled with that roar that is always emitted by those infants who can't stand the heat, the light, the souls in pain that pass through the streets and that you only see through the window of the school bus.Along with

I had a slim build. My ribs were visible. My collarbones were framed when I was just breathing. My eyes were really big, scary. My eyebrows, yes, those bushy eyebrows, didn't help my face.My nose had a strange shape. Maybe I wouldn't be loved by any boy. My physique was abominable. I fantasised about being those girls who posed in magazines and looked like princesses.I asked the world every day for the miracle of waking up as a desirable girl, with beautiful breasts, and a small waist. She longs to be seen by a boy and to have her thoughts wander for days, but instead, she only gets teased and insulted. All my classmates had partners, and their walk, body and face were that of Olympian goddesses. I felt overshadowed by each of them on a daily basis. Holidays were my only escape from the stupid reality I had lived the first years of my life.The sun was setting through the clouds, and raindrops began to fall from the sky. I went down to the garden, and sat down to watch the weather. S

My life was always ruled by my parents. Two people who only had money and success in common. While I only received the fruits of their money and disinterest. From a very young age I developed an interest in adulthood. A wonderful stage that from my point of view I wanted to explore. But I also wanted to skip all the work and responsibility and get straight to the part where contact with another person lightens your spirit. Yes, I was one of those girls who dreamed about sex without even knowing what the fuck it was about. My story is so vague and banal that it could be the laughing stock of millions of people. But it is an accurate illustration of how the world is slow to add fuel to the fire before its time. My dreams were not to become a doctor or a lawyer of a thousand loves. I just wanted to establish trust in someone and to satiate all those desires that had been growing in me ever since I knew that this wonderful act of pleasure existed. Although I was always curious, I based