I’m more crazy than I look

Grace

Sometimes, the best way to shut someone up was to put them in their place.

When I was younger, my mother always emphasized beauty. To her, a beautiful woman always had her way in life. That was the only reason she could tolerate me, because I was beautiful. I never understood the obsession. People told me I was pretty, men flirted, women compared each other, but I never thought beauty was the currency of my worth.

That was why I never hesitated to dress this way. In fact, it was far more comfortable than how my mother wanted me to dress. I didn’t need to pile on makeup, or wear heels that dug into my feet, or push-up bras.

But ever since I joined this company, my appearance had been belittled, mocked, and humiliated, especially by the woman in front of me.

Piper.

I was the kind of woman who believed all women should support each other, no matter how they looked, but this was the last straw. I was done being their easy target. If Piper and her little clique were so fixated on ap