Porque Soy Fea Novels & Stories

But every time I think of giving up, a part of me refuses. Sometimes I wonder why he wants me. Is it my form? I was clear about my appearance. I actually have a pretty face, a very pretty face, and my eyes are the prettiest. It's not something I'm proud of. But then again, if I had my facial features as an extra point, my body would be deficient.

, Sarah said sadly. “Who does not want to be pretty? Is my ugliness a result of something I have purposely done or not done? Does it take away from my capability or my goodness? I am tired of being looked down upon, exhausted with losing every time. Every task seems uphill because my face has let me down”, Sarah said dejectedly.

I'd be more forgiving of a controlling parent than that. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself right away. I'm supposed to be lovely, but not because I'm Omega. Why? Is it forbidden for Omegas to be beautiful or handsome? We don't have much except our beautiful faces, so why would they say we don't deserve to be called pretty or attractive? There is no such thing as an unattractive face in the world. Yes, an unpleasant attitude exists, but ugly faces? I grinned as I stroked my cheek. They won't tell us if an Omega is beautiful or our beauty is a waste of time. Who are they to make such a statement?

"Do I really look twenty?" Amelia nodded. "Honestly, even saying twenty is too much. You look even younger." "Haha!" The lady boss beamed. "I like how you talk." Amelia, however, looked a bit melancholy. "Sigh, but I'm different. My face lacks collagen, and these days, society is so harsh on women. You have to be thin and beautiful, or no one will notice you." The lady boss held her hand. "With your figure and looks, you're top-notch. If I were as perfect as you, I wouldn't have gone to the beauty club at all."

“Ugly? Bully? Don't make me laugh…. I’m just telling it like it is honey. Someone has to put people like her in their place.” She smiled. Jessie’s hands clenched into fists, she so much wanted to punch that bitch on the face, but she kept her composure. “No, Kathy. You’re not telling it like it is; Beauty is, in fact, very beautiful ,more beautiful than you with your makeup and all the surgery and personalized daily beauty monitor and treatments, you paid heavily to look like shit and Beauty naturally has it all that's why you feel intimidated and bully her”. “Excuse me what? If I wanted to be like a whale I know how to look like one, eating a hungry whale”.

So yeah, cute, pretty, and in my mom’s case adorable but when I think about it, no one actually called me beautiful straight to my face. “And you never once thought of yourself as attractive?” Why are we on this topic? I don’t know but I’ll just continue. “Actually, I have a hard time finding what beauty is all about. I couldn’t tell the difference, really.” I shrug. “When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is that I’m just Nina Caulfield and nothing else. When I look at the attractive people in here, I just base it on what the soap operas tell you to. Like Yu, for example.”

The question I’ve been asking myself for days rises before I can stop it. “Why me?” There. It’s out. The embarrassing question. The humiliating one. The one I keep asking myself over and over. “Look at the girls you usually date.” Cole immediately groans. “Maya.” “No.” I shake my head. “Seriously.” I look down at my hands. “They’re gorgeous.” The words spill out faster now. “Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect bodies.” I laugh softly. “They know exactly what they’re doing.” He goes completely still.

Triston said rather awkwardly, "Didn't I ask you first?" Gentle Nodding: "Yes, I'm often isolated." He was a little curious. "Why? You're good-looking, have such a good personality, and study well. Your background is as ordinary as everyone else's. Why are you still isolated?" Seeing the frown on his forehead, she said half-jokingly, "The reason why girls isolate me is that I am beautiful and good at studying. The reason why the boys have isolated me is probably that they feel that I'm not easy to get along with. After all, when facing the boys, I always show my bad attitude. "

Why was she acting like this? She sighed and turned to face him. "Since when I was little my cousins used to call me ugly. Even in school, my own friends call me ugly too most especially Yasmin and Maryam. And I hated it with passion. It made me restless and self conscious. And then when someone calls me beautiful, I wonder whether the person is telling the truth or just trying to mess up with my head. I can't point a finger at who's telling the truth or not. Sometimes I feel like crying but I just keep it to myself or write it in my diary and tell myself that am ugly, so nobody's going to like me."

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?"