Porque Soy Fea Novels & Stories

"Oh no..i'm not! I know you're only saying this to please me! " "Why would i do that Hayley? You're indeed beautiful, and that's a fact! " "Look at my messy hair , and those braces ,and those glasses..i swear that you're disgusted only by the thought of looking at me! " "Do you know why i fell for you? " "Because..YOU REALLY FELL FOR ME?"

"How can a woman like her get your heart, Regan?" Fisya was just an ordinary woman who couldn't even compare to Felicia. She was poor and had nothing compared to her. In terms of beauty, Fisya was no less beautiful than Felicia. But men would definitely prefer Felicia who was not only beautiful but also had an attractive body. Felicia clenched her hands tightly. She still couldn't understand what was in Regan's head. "What am I lacking in your eyes, Regan? Why won't you even glance at me at all?"

The dress made Rena look beautiful. "I... I can't believe this is me," Rena said softly, her eyes glistening. "I look..." "Beautiful. You look very beautiful, Rena," Ana said. Rena looked down, tears beginning to stream down her round cheeks. "But that's just makeup and a dress. Behind all of this, I'm still fat. I'm still ugly. Sebastian must be ashamed to marry me." Ana crouched beside Rena, gently taking her hand. "Listen, Rena. I know how you feel. I used to be very fat too, even fatter than you," Ana said.

It made sense, and she didn't know how to refute. "Wait! Although I'm not ugly, I'm not exceedingly beautiful!" "Me either. Although I'm not ugly, but I'm not the most handsome man in the world." "I... I'm not very tall, and I don't have a sexy figure.” “And I’m not perfect either.”He pressed on "I ... I also ..." Renee racked her brains trying to think about the gaps between them, but Dante blocked all her words, and she didn't know what to say.

"I know that, but I'm not the right girl for you, believe me." "Is it because I'm ugly, because I'm skinny, stubborn, rude?" His look was desperate. "Megay" should be changed to "Megan." "God, how can you say that about yourself? Of course not!" "Then why?" "Lipe, how can I explain? I don't get involved with anyone. I don't like to date, to get attached." "But you're always going out!"

But before that, there was another question that needed to be answered. "Then?" Liam demanded, looking puzzled. "Why...why me?" I asked. "I mean look at you and look at me. I am not half as beautiful as anyone you have dated before. Neither I am mega-successful or rich. I am just too simple to fit into your glamorous world. Then why me?"

I say to warn her so she doesn’t feel suffocated. She nods nervously. “Could you please tell me what isn’t fair? It’s driving me crazy with curiosity.” She looks at me and her eyes are amused. “You really don’t know?” “Um, no.” “It’s not fair how good looking you are, Aiden.” She said with a smirk. I laugh. “Why would you get frustrated over that?” “We all don’t have your looks.” She said as if she were stating the obvious. “What are you talking about? You’re gorgeous.” I said.

"I just think it's because I refused to have a baby before we get married, that's what I think, I think if I go and meet him and beg him-" "Hold on Miss, you want to go and beg someone who has ruined your day? your special day, you want to go back and beg him? do you realize how beautiful you are? do you know how many men will pay to sit and gaze at your beauty? I'm supposed to be paying you for talking to me right now. You need to get your self confidence back, you're too beautiful to be doing that". That was the first time anyone ever said something that beautiful to me.

Karenina asked again. "Karenina, my dear sister. Since when have I cared about comparing myself to others? Especially to someone who is more beautiful or richer?" Ariana asked her twin sister casually. "I can't be more beautiful than anyone, even if I wanted to, because just like you, I was born with this face. And I have no intention of trying to beautify myself to look as stunning as a celebrity because I know I won't be able to undergo plastic surgery and change my appearance. And as for being rich, if you always compare yourself to people wealthier than you, you'll always feel poor, no matter what." Ariana replied with her sensible logic.

"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."