Miss. Perfect
But with a family like mine, especially with aunty Gloria around, you end up feeling like crap, and then you're not so sure if you even enjoy what you do anymore.
Each time I'm walking the runway, her horrid words keep coming back to me, and I have to shield my pains with fake smiles and poses for the camera.
I'm going all out this time. If this man doesn't help me, I'd search for someone else who will. I'm 18. I can even have surgeries if I want.
I'm done being a laughingstock! I'm going to be the epitome of perfection. From now on, that's my sole purpose in life. To attain perfection. Nothing will stop me. Nothing, at all!
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