TW : I was 6-7 years old when I was told for the first time that I was ugly.Every day on the way back home some seniors would make fun of me for my looks. They would humiliate me in every possible way. Even in my family everyone would ask me to consult doctor to see if he can do something. All my life I was consulted numerous dermatologists but in vain. When I was in 7th standard, this one classmate humiliated me in front of everyone saying I looked like shit a'd no one would want to be my friend. Everyone was making fun of me even the people I thought were my friends. So in the evening I locked myself in the bathroom rubbed my face as hard as I could I had rashes all over my face. But what I did next was worse. I took a knife and cut all the moles and freckles on my face. Until today the thoughts haunt me. I was never able to understand why people were so mean to me. I am underconfident and rarely hangout with people. I wish I had better people in my life!