"I pity your name" Flora the Fox says, looking down towards Valentine the Pig after pushing her on the mud. "It's so pretty..." Flora continues "Yet the owner of said name is so"
"Hideous"
"Ugly"
"Stinky"
...
"Fat"
It's true—I've always been displeasing to the eye, and I hate it so much, I hate myself so much. Unfortunately nothing is able to change how the eyes of other people see me no matter what I do. I will always be nothing but a fat, ugly pig to them. Nothing more, nothing less.
Changing parts about myself that are impossible to change is miserable, yet I still try so hard just to be able to fit in the silly beauty standards that society has created today. Why? Why do I try so hard? I've always asked myself but the answer is so clear, yet I keep asking myself, reminding myself that I'll always be worth less than everyone else in this world.
Ignorance is a bliss they say, I wish I'd never known the answer to that question.
