she wished to be like the popular girl in her school, with the long blonde hair, blue eyes, crystal clear skin and curves in the perfect places. she wished to live her life, she wished to be that confident in everything she did, she wished to be loved by everyone around her, she wished for that attention.

she was an outcast, an alien there. she barely had friends for herself. she was conscious of her looks, with a heavy body and dark brown hair chopped in weird angles; her face was like the moon, with marks of acne in place of craters and pimples. she could barely walk without falling in her sneakers; she could barely make eye contact. she could barely try to be who she wished to be.