Power of desperate prayers

I was a 10, when my aunt was pregnant with her second child. Everybody was anticipating a girl. My aunt was sure it’s gonna be a girl (bc hospital stuffs they do to check the gender) During that time she had a convo with me. Said nobody liked me bc of my skin color (brown) and i smelled so bad that nobody would like to be around me. She’d make me her anticipated light-skinned daughter’s personal slave and that my parents’ll abandon me to love her child.

As a kid i believed all that shit, and for the rest of her conception months, I PRAYED, prayed with my whole heart and soul, “Oh lord, if you’re real please hear me, please let it be a boy. i’m begging you please be a boy” ig these prayers where powerful enough to reach heavens bc really a boy was born

It’s been 9/10 yrs since then but those words still haunt me. I know don’t smell that bad like she said (unlike her son) but i still get really self-conscious if someone comes close to me.