plain U.G.L.Y
Looking herself in the mirror, an ugly duckling that was what she saw. Short, fat, man-bodied. She had the front, the curve but why was it all wrong? A plumped looking girl stared back at her. Her confidence shattered.
Being the average looking girl, she would get stares as she walks along the streets, not that she was beautiful but for the rash she had all over her body. Weird, cold, pitiful stares. She hated that! Hated it so much... She knew people were concerned but who would be able to take all those stares outside.
She got teased in school. "Eeee!! u have non itchy rash! ( a symptom of A.I.D.S)." All she could do was just laugh about it. She could not fight back as she knew it would be childish. A smile and a sarcastic joke made about herself was the only solution to tackle it.
She had to act strong infront of her loved ones and friends because if they knew, they will be hurt. She hated to be pitied by others. Everytime the topic came up, the answer she could give was just " Aiyah! used to it already lah. People wanna see, let them see lor! The most, I will wave back at them only" But in her heart, she knew that feeling was otherwise.
She did not want her mother to feel that it was her fault, but she could not help but to feel "ugly" and allow that expression to be written on her face.
Who does not want to be pretty? She was a strong and confident girl in front of her friends but her confidence was eaten away by her image. She worked out like others did. She controlled her diet like others did, but why was it all wrong? It was depressing. Learning that her skin problem, she had to avoid certain type of food, different doctors telling her different remedies but none of them seemed to work. The stress and sadness made her eat even more.
When night falls, her tired mind just wanted some beauty sleep but her skin did not co-operated with her. Waking up in the day, exhausted, she still had to smile and act happy so no one would notice.
"Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder", Bullshit! Staring back at the ugly duckling, she tried to hold back her tears. "Will I ever be pretty one day?..."
Being the average looking girl, she would get stares as she walks along the streets, not that she was beautiful but for the rash she had all over her body. Weird, cold, pitiful stares. She hated that! Hated it so much... She knew people were concerned but who would be able to take all those stares outside.
She got teased in school. "Eeee!! u have non itchy rash! ( a symptom of A.I.D.S)." All she could do was just laugh about it. She could not fight back as she knew it would be childish. A smile and a sarcastic joke made about herself was the only solution to tackle it.
She had to act strong infront of her loved ones and friends because if they knew, they will be hurt. She hated to be pitied by others. Everytime the topic came up, the answer she could give was just " Aiyah! used to it already lah. People wanna see, let them see lor! The most, I will wave back at them only" But in her heart, she knew that feeling was otherwise.
She did not want her mother to feel that it was her fault, but she could not help but to feel "ugly" and allow that expression to be written on her face.
Who does not want to be pretty? She was a strong and confident girl in front of her friends but her confidence was eaten away by her image. She worked out like others did. She controlled her diet like others did, but why was it all wrong? It was depressing. Learning that her skin problem, she had to avoid certain type of food, different doctors telling her different remedies but none of them seemed to work. The stress and sadness made her eat even more.
When night falls, her tired mind just wanted some beauty sleep but her skin did not co-operated with her. Waking up in the day, exhausted, she still had to smile and act happy so no one would notice.
"Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder", Bullshit! Staring back at the ugly duckling, she tried to hold back her tears. "Will I ever be pretty one day?..."
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