For years, my life have been the subject of ridicule. From primary school through college, people mocked the way I looked, the way I walked, the way I spoke. It became my norm whispers behind my back, laughter when I entered a room, fake smiles from classmates who never meant well.

I wasn’t skinny enough. My skin was too dark. My hair was too kinky. Everything about me was “too much” or “not enough” for society’s cruel standards. It hurt the most when the mockery came from family. My cousins used to joke that I’d be the last to get married, if I ever did at all.

My aunt once said out loud at a gathering that “some girls are not meant for the aisle, just for the background.” I smiled like it didn’t affect me, but it pierced deeper than any insult from a stranger ever could.

I remember the day I joined university. I thought things would change. I thought maybe people had matured. But instead, the bullying just evolved. Now, it came with sarcasm, fake friendships, and social media comments masked as “fun.”

I stopped taking selfies. I avoided mirrors. And relationships? I didn’t dare dream of them. I was too scared of being humiliated. That was until I met Brian.

He wasn’t the most outgoing or flashy guy on campus, but he was kind. He spoke to me like I mattered. For the first time, I felt seen, not as someone to be pitied or joked about, but as a person. We started off as friends. He’d sit with me during lectures, walk with me to the hostel, and check on me late at night. Slowly, he broke down the walls I had built around my heart.

When he proposed after our graduation, I thought it was a joke. I even asked him three times if he was serious. But he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. Inside and out. And I want the world to know that.”

Planning the wedding, I expected the usual side comments. And I got them. “She must’ve bewitched him.” “He’s too handsome for her.” “Let’s wait and see if he’ll show up on the wedding day.” My heart broke, but I kept moving forward.

What they didn’t know was that I had done something in secret. I had reached out to Kiwanga Doctors after seeing a story online about how they helped someone overcome public humiliation and boost personal confidence. I didn’t want revenge, I wanted strength. I wanted to walk down the aisle feeling empowered, glowing, fearless.

They helped me with a beauty attraction and confidence spell, which wasn’t about changing who I was physically but about amplifying my energy and presence.

They also gave me spiritual protection to ward off envy and negativity. Within weeks, I noticed changes. My skin began to glow. My posture improved. People looked at me differently not with pity, but with admiration. I smiled more, and every smile felt real.

The wedding day arrived. As I stood at the top of the aisle in my custom-made dress, the room fell silent. Every head turned. I could feel their eyes widen, their mouths open slightly.

The same cousins who once mocked me were frozen in awe. My aunt, who said I’d never get married, had tears in her eyes—but not of joy. Of regret.

I walked with grace, not to prove anything, but because I finally believed in myself. Every step I took was a silent message: “I’m not who you thought I was.”

When Brian turned and saw me, he whispered, “You’re breathtaking.” And I believed him. Not because he said it—but because I finally saw it myself.

We danced under the lights, surrounded by people who once laughed at me but now couldn’t look away. I gave a short speech, thanking those who hurt me because they unknowingly pushed me to find my strength. That speech went viral later on when someone posted it online. And suddenly, my DMs were full of apologies, admiration, and even requests for advice.

But I’ll never forget where it all started. Not just with Brian, but with the decision to take back my power—to stop believing what the world said about me and start defining myself on my own terms.

If you’ve ever felt mocked, overlooked, or rejected, know this: your story isn’t over. You can rise. You can transform. And sometimes, a little spiritual boost is all it takes.

You can reach out to Kiwanga Doctors at +254116469840, email [email protected], or visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke. They helped me rewrite my story, and maybe they can help you write yours.

Because the best revenge isn’t spite—it’s living so boldly that your silence says everything they never thought you could become.