I have always cried and was heavily pregnant throughout my childhood.
Although it wasn't a real baby I carried but I was pregnant with my own liver.
It was a massive heamatospleenogaly both my liver and spleen were enlarged due to another underlying condition.
Check out this Christmas picture from some years back and see how I was struggling to make a pose with the protruding stomach.
It is often very easy to mock anyone with disability around here, I wasn't disabled but a little pregnant girl that others kids found amusing.
Imagine having big tummy and a very thing body, my legs were so tiny and carried all this weight.
Since I never knew that this discomfort was a sickness I tried to live a normal life and studied as much as I could falling sick occasionally and troubling the whole house.
Everyone was tired of me except for my mum who loved all her kids equally regardless.
Ignorant dealt with me as my parents weren't enlightened enough to get me the needed medical support.
Most people thought that I will die soon and some encouraged their kids to avoid me that any rough play can break my fragile bones.
I did got hurt breaking my arms after falling off a swing as I often played alone, friendless.
Nobody wants to play with me because I was skinny with yellow eyes and big stomach and a very small stature compared to my age compared to every other chubby kid living on good diet and nutrition.
Everyone carried me like an egg that was soon to break while others avoided me.
It wasn't a contagious disease I had but just in case you have an imperfect body according to human standard, be prepared to defend yourselves and live above bullies.
My childhood memories were never the best ones but am glad I overcame all the hurdles and am still standing.
