Horse Girl.

Anyone who knows me knows I love horses. A lot. I tell everyone. I'm you're typical equine obsessed girl. (Well, woman now)

The other obvious thing about me is I have big front teeth with an overbite. About an inch over at least. Its not like I can't close my lips together, but I do have to put slight effort into it. 

When I was in middle school and high school, people would call me a horse. 

"You look like a horse!" 

"You have horse teeth!"

Some people would neigh at me.

It was to the point that if someone said "horse" loud enough, I'd instinctively turn to see if someone was calling me. 

After a while, all I could do was take it as a compliment. I had no other option. They were calling me what I loved, after all. Why wouldn't I want to be a horse? I do. If I could actually be one, I'd be happier than being here. 

So I would just smile and nod, or neigh back. It always hurt. It never stops hurting. But ever since I stopped taking it as an offense and learned to think of it as a pathetic compliment, it's been easier to cope with.