Bullied girl

The Bullied girl has a slight, almost fragile frame; her shoulders instinctively curl inward as though protecting something precious from the world’s rough hands. Long hair, often used as a curtain to shield her downcast eyes, murmurs of shadows and safety. She moves softly, hesitantly, as if each step must be weighed for consequences. Beneath her silence lives a tremor of longing — for dignity, for kindness, for someone who sees her as more than her torment. Her life unfolds in the muted palette of school corridors and whispered mockery, yet her gaze holds an unspoken depth, as if she has stitched stories from pain. Around her, there is an aura of delicate resilience, a faint shimmer that suggests the possibility of connection if one dares to reach through her guarded distance.