“What do you mean I can’t date him? Why are you guys so mean to me?” I screamed at my parents.
“We are not being mean to you! Why are you teenagers just so difficult?” My dad hammered.
“Listen to your parents! We know everything that’s best for you and that high school dropout is definitely not one of them”.
I stormed out of the living room murmuring some very terrible words, I pushed my door open with all the strength I had in me and kicked it close with my foot. I felt an inexplicable pain, it was almost like my foot was leaving my body. What is happening …? I wondered.
The pain was so severe that I couldn’t stand on my feet anymore, so I gently sat on the floor. I caught sight of a tiny object a few feet away from me but I couldn’t go to find out what it was immediately because I couldn’t walk, and I was in too much pain to even think of crawling.
I grabbed my foot to figure out what the door had done to me and I was shocked well beyond my imagination. Once I saw my foot, I gained the energy to crawl over to the tiny object I had previously seen. I picked it up and was even more astounded, “Was that my smallest toe?”
I was beautiful, at least I thought I was, unfortunately people couldn’t see it because something was always covering it: acne. I had been plagued by acne since I knew the definition of beauty, they were huge, fat, yellow, ugly and absolutely irritating.
Whenever I went to the hair salon or just to hang out with friends, I would always get comments like “You would’ve been so beautiful but acne spoiled your face”,
“I wish I had your face but without the acne”.
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