When I was young I was a girl bully. I…

When I was young I was a girl bully. I picked on a girl who had her hair and scalp ripped off by a machine where her father worked, and she wore a wig. I picked on her because the other kids did, so I wouldn't be an outcast TOO. I really wanted to be her friend. I hope she lived to have a nice life.

I am so sorry.

Now my daughter has trichotillomania and wears a wig.

Summary
A confession about past bullying and its consequences on the author's daughter.
Insight
Bullying can have lasting effects, and empathy is crucial.
Style
Front Art
A collage of black and white photos with text cutouts expressing regret.
Visual Style
Collage
Orientation
Landscape