Como Saber Si Soy Fea Novels & Stories

I may seem cold on the outside, but they don't know what I'm really like inside. Is it bad? Am I becoming a bad person? I want to ask myself if I'm ready for this. It's okay with me if they call me a snob, a bitch, or any other names they can think of, as long as it's just words. Because if it's not, I won't hesitate to punch them if I have to. For me, people only like you because of your looks, your wealth, or your attitude. If you're part of an elite family, they'll be the ones to approach you first. If you're beautiful, they'll go out of their way to chase you just to praise you.

“Can I ask you something though?” “Yeah sure, what is it?” “Why do you like me?” I stopped kissing her and furrowed my eyebrows, trying to understand what she meant. “What do you mean by that?” “I mean, am I really a likeable person? I am old and I do not look as classy as those girls on the internet. My boobs are saggy, my legs and arms are filled with cellulite and my face is held up straight with botox and intense spa blow out.” I smiled and laid beside her, using my hand to move her back and planting heavy forehead kisses on her head.

Is she blind? With my dull hair, whiter than a ghost complexion, and the inability to get sun-kissed, I've never considered myself beautiful. I can make myself look like a doll with the right makeup, but I've put on some pounds since I turned nineteen. And I'm not ashamed of my body. Still, I understand some people don't like women who are all curves. Dior, for example, called me big Patty, which hurt my self-esteem. "Uh..." I'm pressing my palms against the ice covering the trunk behind me, aware of it melting. My heart is trying to claw its way out through my chest. I wouldn't say I like proximity to other people. "T-Thank you?"

' I have to maintain my noble image, that is why I have to prove to him how brilliant I am. Looking in the body-sized mirror, I could not deny the beauty within me. I am really attractive even though I have no talent in makeup, just using baby powder and light lip tint made me stand out among the rest. "I am this beautiful, so why is that bastard rejecting me?" I utter as if the reflection would answer me, then I sulked while brushing my hair.

I had a mate and yet…I didn’t. The tears were almost invisible against my pale complexion. My gaze flittered over my body. What was I useful for? Only because I had the female organs? Otherwise, who would even look at me? From the jutting hip bones to the wide waist and wider hips, from electric blue eyes that made me look angry all the time to my white-blonde hair, nothing about me seemed appealing. There was nothing about me that was attractive. Even my lips were thin almost like a line, and so pale that it blended with the skin.

She is far from ugly, with her perky a** and br*asts, which she always thought was ok, slender yet curvy waist, natural pink thin lips that crack sometimes, a cute button nose that is always red from the air conditioning or allergies, and her eyes wide-set. And even though she doesn't like to compare herself to the females of her age, she always thought that she doesn't stand a chance of going out on dates or getting a second glance from the popular boys. Despite being rated a seven on the hot or not list, with someone commenting, saying that she could be an eight if she washes her hair, or dressed in clothes other than oversized sweats.

“That’s why you’re not behaving the same way with me.” I blinked. I genuinely didn’t understand. I swallowed and gently pulled her hands away from her face. “I need you to say that again,” I said carefully. She pointed at her cheeks. “They’re chubby,” she cried. “My face is changing. I’m so ugly.” Ugly? My brain short-circuited. “I know you’ll go find other women,” she added dramatically. “I’m not cute anymore.” And I tried. God, I tried not to laugh.

'Maybe I am really not attractive' I think to myself and turn again to have a look at my body better. While my brain says I don't look attractive, my reflection says otherwise. My bubble butt is plump and juicy, my waist is slightly thick and perfect to hold when getting railed into the mattress doggy style, my tits are big and full like a character out of a hentai. I squeeze my fill breasts together and release them to watch the way they jiggle. John must be blind, I am fucking sexy.

Like I had no one, even with two mates, not even a friend or a future mate who would acknowledge me. I crawled over to the nightstand and opened it, taking out my softest pillow and little mirror. I stared at myself in the mirror. “I am beautiful, right? So why doesn’t anyone like me? Is it just the color of my skin?” I muttered to myself. My heart clenched, and I tilted my head. “Is it my hair?” I touched my curls. “Or my makeup?” I inspected my lightly brushed cheekbones. I leaned in and puckered my lips at the mirror, kissing it awkwardly. “They kiss like this... and this…”

“Sure. What is it?” “I want to change the way I look,” she signed with her hands, looking nervous and hopeful at the same time. “Money is not the problem. I just want to look better. Prettier, maybe?” Jade stared at her incredulously for a long moment before letting out a short laugh. “Seriously? Are you asking for my advice on how to beautify yourself? I mean, I’m flattered, but…are you sure, you want my help? I mean, what if my taste doesn’t match yours?”