Next, the second reason that shaped my identity is experienced the feeling of hurt and sadness just because of being different. My friends and others began teased me about my skin. They said that my skin looked funny, weird, and sometimes it looked disgusting. They also made fun of me and called a gecko with many different colors because my skin just seemed like the skin of a gecko, and the colors would change for each month. So they decided that my nickname would be Gecko. At first, I got so confused, embarrassed, and could not understand why they chose me as their target just because of my skin. My mind went blank. My face and ears looked really red, and I could felt hotness from both of them. My chest felt so tight as someone bunched it,
