On account of credits earned in a lifetime many aeons ago, the extremely slim girl, often rudely referred to as Aeriform, was granted freedom from gravity by Aeolian, the handsome, exalted god of winds.
Before this happy turn of events, she had lived as one barely visible, taunted by those less featherweight than her. She was never required to produce an aeger at school, having been automatically awarded a perpetual aegrotat by the head of state, relieving her of the tedious obligation to write examinations.
Only a minute portion of the public; those who possessed an unusually accurate degree of ocular agility, even knew that she existed. Her very lack of physical substance served as her aegis, in time she came to appreciate her inability to gain sufficient weight to be noticed.
After the adze had been wielded by Aeolian, releasing her from the bonds that kept others earth-bound, she was thrilled to be able to enter the adyum of those light as air, free to roam the ether at will, stopping to rest now and then in aeries high up in the tree tops, performing aerobatics in her invisible aero hydroplane, her vehicle of choice. It was green, her favourite colour.
What's the message?
I guess it's kind of obvious; don't give a damn what others think or say about you, you are on this planet to be yourself, so do it with vigour. Very often, the very thing that we are criticized for by others, turns out to be the one thing, which, if honoured and nurtured, will allow us to soar, way beyond our wildest dreams.
