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he asked, repeating his question. “Why me? Why did you pick me?” She opened her arms wide feeling all the years of insecurity clawing up on her. His eyes looked up and down her body. “Whatever you’ve got to say, Christal, just come out and say it,” he said. She knew he was angry, but so was she. “I’m not like other women. I eat food, and I’ve got extra weight on my bones. I’m not beautiful at all. Why me? Why did you pick me?” she asked, glaring at him.

why did I think this would look good? 'Ebony, stop!' Cierra shouts in my head while I roughly wash it from my face. 'Snap out of it! You're okay! Calm down!' It goes on deaf ears as I finish up and turn my back on the mirror. Why? Why can't I ever look pretty? Why do I have to look so hideous in everything I put on? Why aren't I good enough the way I am? As I look at my face again, I see my eyes look red and my lips are a little puffy. At least I didn't rub my face raw this time.

And it was beautiful to see two good looking people, young and in love. It was something that I have always longed for. I wanted a public display of affection kind of love. Sadly the guy who I loved so much wasn't interested in me. Simply because I didn't have the grape-like kind of boobs, a flat stomach, narrow waist, skinny laps and long straight legs. I wasn't fair in complexion. Unlike Mia, I was fat and quite short with huge water melons of boobs, and a big butt. This of course, was my insecurities kicking in. Making me feel really ugly and bad. It was so terrible that I felt like pulling my hair out, and letting a loud scream like a banshee.

I regret letting Gina go so easily. But despite the injuries, she is still as beautiful as she was before. I remember the first time I saw her. She was brave and attractive. Although her clothes were torn and there were bruises on her, I remember her At the first sight. Till now, I do not know why I chose her. That was a special feeling and I can not tell why. Maybe, our beauty comes from our soul, not just physical appearances.

As I spoke, I came to many realizations. "Tia, you have an amazing personality, and a beautiful body, which I know you've always wanted to hear. I felt ashamed to ever look at you, because you were so attractive. Everyone knew it. Girls I went with were nothing next to you. They tried so hard to please me, but it was never right. I guess I didn't know why, but here in this room with you, I finally know the reason . . .

Her heart felt heavy. “Kemi…” she called softly. Kemi looked up from her phone immediately. “Yeah?” Zara’s voice was low. “Do I look… different?” Kemi blinked, trying to understand where the question was going. “Different how?” Zara turned to face her fully, eyes glossy. “Just look at me. My stomach isn’t flat anymore, my hips feel wider, my skin looks dull. I used to love looking in the mirror, but now…” Her voice broke a little. “Now I just feel ugly.”

"What do you fear?" "Being ugly." That was understandable she was the Goddess of Beauty, she couldn't be ugly, but then again what was ugly? Being different? The word was used to make people feel less than, we were told being beautiful—being perfect, meant being skinny, meant having no flaws, but everybody has flaws, no one's perfect and that's what makes us beautiful. Adrian removed his hand from her cheek. "I'm still feeling fear, take it back." She ordered as everyone walked over, curious.

Weird, she felt no pain because the pain and madness she felt were more superficial. "Why can't I be beautiful like others? Why can't they just look at me as me? Why is everyone pushing me to be a bad person? Why is everyone making me feel like shit? Why??" In a cracked voice, she asked, "Why did everyone choose to abandon me? If only I could be as pretty as others, maybe. Just maybe, he will choose me. They will choose me,” she cried out loud and sniffed because she was crying so much. Letting out the pain inside her chest.

i screamed out bitterly. "If...only ..I was as beautiful as anyone else.". That night my mom came into my room. "Honey you are going to starve to death, you are still young to worry about him,you will still have a lot of suitors in the future". "Why am I fat and ugly!!,I have been bullied from middle school till date,mom,you are ageless,tall and beautiful, why am I not like you?" My mom was an ex beauty queen,people said am the fat version of her.

Serena I've never felt beautiful in my entire life. I've been bullied to the point where I just decided to accept I'm at most average looks because I definitely wasn't ugly. Even though Rosalia and I looked almost identical, I don't know how she was able to successfully make me feel ugly why she thought herself beautiful. Contrary to what others might have thought, Rosalia didn't just become the devil's pawn overnight. She had always been that psychopathic bitch who thinks the world revolved around herself and wants everyone to bow at her feet.