Porque Soy Fea Novels & Stories

"Why do you think that?" She looked up at me "I travel a lot, and he's a celebrity. I've seen what the tabloids are saying about him. He takes pictures of beautiful tall models and my insecurity just can't. Unlike me with my freckled skin and red hair, they look flawless. I have freckles everywhere and I'm short. I'm not pretty enough." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Hey don't think that way.," I said, gently wiping away her tear. "Val is with you because he cares for you, not because of how you look. Remember, beauty is subjective, and what one person finds attractive may not be the same for someone else."

With the feeling of unsatisfied, in the grip of holding back my anger from forcing myself to calm. Aside from my frustrations in socializing, I am not comfortable with my own skin. More of the reasons why I hate myself. People say that personality is more important, but we got to like first because of our appearance. I refuse to believe that it’s not in superficial beauty we always get attracted first because I’ve never experienced it. I will just believe it if someone will like me with this ugly face. I never felt attractive at all. And I don’t know if there’s someone who will have the guts to like me even if I’m like this.

“What’s wrong darling?” “I’m not beautiful. I’m sick.” She looked back up. “Sick people can’t be beautiful.” “Who said that?” I tilted my head at her. “I think that some of the most beautiful people are sick. Do you want to know why?” She looked at her mom. Shelly nodded and then turned back to me. “Why?” She dropped her head to stare at the ground before I could answer.

"You really want to know Princess?" "Yes. ofcourse I want to know why we can't go again after I have put in so much work in looking good." She answered with teary eyes. "It's because you look too good. You look too beautiful and I'm jealous." I said with an as a matter fact look. "I don't know if I can stand other men who might be richer and more handsome than I am gawking at your body and curves, I might loose my cool and unknowingly kill people not just one person." I said with a serious face because I was serious about it.

"I know ...I know why you don't love me. Just like everyone you love Vivian don't you?" "She is smart , extraordinary beautiful ,confident. Why would someone love a boring girl like me over her?" "Come on Soph! Grow up! We are not kindergarten kids being jealous of each other." "Then tell me dammit! Why don't you love me! What's there in her that's not in me!" "Soph ..you are beautiful just the way you are .. ...while she has her own traits of beauty." "Stop comparing yourself with her." "Why not Elijah! Why not! Tell me you love me and I will stop doing it ."

I ask, "Don't you agree?" Mouth twisted, she answers, "It was at first. Look at me, Ajay. I'm just a geeky nerd who got tired of being overlooked. Yes, I'm attractive, but I don't have the sex appeal Chiara has or the alluring nature of Lucy. Neither am I beautiful like you. I'm just average.

“ You’re lying” “ I’m not!” “ You are because I can sense it. You don’t think of yourself as beautiful, let alone the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.” I said nothing. “ Why do you think their hatred for you is so strong? It’s because on top of everyone you look like a goddess – has no one told you that? Even Aidan ?” he asked, his eyes widening as he said each word. He looked at me in disbelief when I said, “ no”

"Why what?" "I think you are very beautiful, elegant and classy too. Why do you bother to pursue the love of a man and compete with other women?" "You're right, that's why I feel like there's something different about me. There have been some great men who have proposed to me, heirs of rich families, descendants of royalty and wealthy businessmen from America. But, they don't interest me at all. Nothing like Aiden makes me really want it."

Honest I just reached for my bag and looked for the hairbrush and combed it "I don't know why I am blinded by your beauty. You perfectly looks awesome" I stopped combing and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Hays. It's really hard to be beautiful, it's tiring to hear the praise and feedback of the people around me. Should I blame my mom because she gave birth to me beautifully? "I still remember the day when I first saw you. I was out that time when you glanced at me" I resumed combing and ignored him. Let the crazy, stretch eh "So I made a plan on how I could come near to you. I tease you; I even said you're not a virgin anymore,"