The
beautiful girl looked in the mirror, eyes sunken with disappointment.
She saw her hair, black as night that fell over her shoulders as too
ratty, too frizzy. Her hands came to her smooth fair skinned but
hallowed cheeks that she knew only too well were covered in acne. Her
slim figure, starved for nutrition, was pronounced by her small angular
hips. She looked at them with disgust, knowing every roll, every bit of
fat, and it killed her. She looked into the mirror staring at herself
with hatred and dissatisfaction. She was not perfect even though she
tried so hard to be. Her eyes came to stare back at her in all their
lovely blues. As she stared at herself, she saw what she had convinced
herself so thoroughly was true. She was ugly and nothing more.
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