I GOT PLASTIC SURGERY
"Yomie Kang, why did you end up in jail?"
Since I was a child I have felt the unfairness of the world. I grew up without a recognized mother, she died when she gave birth to me. The only family I have is my father.
"Dad, the kids don't want to play with me and their parents also don't want to play with me because they say I'm a monster. I'm ugly...but I'm not a monster!" I cried as I wiped my tears with my arm.
He wiped away my tears and he fixed my hair. "Who told you that? Don’t they know that my daughter is so kind that it’s more than just called beautiful? You are so kind, smart, helpful and lovable then you are beautiful! So stop crying, you are not a monster, they are the monster."
I look ugly, I inherited it from my mother but despite people's ridicule of me, I had an ally father who always told me I was beautiful.
Whenever I am with him, I feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.But everything changed when the woman who would make his heart beat came into dad's life. She was very beautiful, tall, slim and porcelain white skin. She looks like a fallen angel from the sky but she's a devil.
She was disgusted with my appearance, so my father was forced to move me to another house. He chose the woman over his own child.
Now I know, who would choose an ugly woman? At a young age I experienced the bitterness and unfairness of the world. I see human, but no humanity.
When I was in high school, I experienced the oppression of people on me. They didn’t treat me well because of my appearance.
I have experienced being hurt by people even though I am innocent. At school, on the way home, shopping..I have no place...
Is it a sin to be an ugly one?When my father died, his wife kicked me out. I had nothing left, not even clothes. But I was shocked to know that all of my father's property had been inherited from me. I have a lot of property and money but my life is useless because I am ugly.
I want to die. I hope I don't look like this anymore, I hope I just die.I was about to jump off the bridge when suddenly someone spoke.
"Do you feel like garbage? Why don't you let me recycle you?"
I looked at her, she was wearing a doctor's uniform and she was wearing a face mask.
"W-What do you m-mean?" I asked.
She handed me her business card. "I am a surgeon, if you want plastic surgery call me. I can make you beautiful."
Since the day a surgeon approached me, the course of my life has changed. I experienced things I never experienced. She changed my whole face, identity and personality. She made me a Goddess.
I got plastic surgery and I will never regret it.
This is the life of a beautiful person, everyone looks up to me. They worship me like a goddess. I will never experience being alone because all the people want to stick with me. No matter how much sin I have committed, they will never judge me. Because for them the beautiful are infallible. I love being beautiful. Because no one will try to leave me and step on me.
Now I've become a famous actress, people love me.
"Yomie! I love you!"
"Yomie, please marry me!"
"Why are so pretty!"
"Step on me, my Goddess!"
Those are the shouts I hear from the people around me. Lots of cameras focused on me, they were all interested in my beautiful face. This is the power of having a beautiful face.
"Yomie, this is the question from your fans. You used to be a doctor, why did you choose the career of being an actress?" The reporter asked me and she pointed the microphone at me.
I smiled. "Why would I hide my beautiful face inside the hospital, if I can show it to the whole world?"
Because of my answer they all shouted, this is the power of being beautiful, even if you brag, they won’t call you arrogant.
But the good things that have happened in my life have changed. When suddenly a man entered my house and he insisted that he's my husband.
"How dare you to say you don’t know me! I did everything for you!" He shouted as he pulled my hair.
"F-F*ck who the hell are you! Ahh it hurts! I don't know you! You're just hallucinating, I'm an actress and you're just an obsessive fan! Someone help me!!" I screamed.
"Shut up!"
My hearing echoed when he suddenly hit my face on the mirror and he hit my face with a gun. And he pulled my hair and he touched my cheek to look at myself in the mirror.
"This face of yours is the reason why I am broken. You ruined my life! You think you're beautiful, you can do everything?!"
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror my whole body almost stiffened in anger. My beautiful face is broken!
"My face!" I cried hysterically as I touched my face.
"I will destroy your fac—"
I didn’t let him finish speaking, I hit his head with a vase causing him to fall and his gun.
"You ruined my face!" I screamed angrily and took his gun.
"You put a scar on my face so I will kill you!" I shouted angrily and repeatedly fired the gun at his head until the bullet ran out.
Blood filled the floor and my hand filled with a drop of his blood. His face was almost indistinguishable. But I don’t care about his ugly face.
I quickly looked at my face in the mirror and trembling I touched the wounds on my face. I screamed in anger and I sobbed.
"My beautiful face!" I screamed.
I looked at the police who asked me why I ended up in jail.
"He ruined my face," I chuckled and I pointed to the little scar that was on my forehead.
"Is your face more important than your husband life?"
I looked at myself in the small mirror I was carrying.
"I won't be here in jail for long. People made a petition to release me. People will forgive me, because I am beautiful," I uttered.
"Miss Yomie has a visitor," His companion said.
He sighed before leaving. As I looked at my face in the mirror, I heard the sound of heels approaching me.
I lifted my eyes and a beautiful woman was exposed to me. She smiled at me and then sat down.
"You still have a beautiful face."
My eyes widened as I looked at her. I shuddered, she was the surgeon who performed the plastic surgery on me.
Suddenly her cellphone rang and she immediately answered it.
"Yes, this is Cherry Pasucan. Sure, let's just meet at Wariel's Coffee Shop."
She turned off her cellphone and she looked at me.
"Sorry I won't be long. Sorry if I made my face into your face and thank you so much for rescuing me from the hands of my abusive husband."
Before she left she touched my face and she kissed me on the forehead.
"That face used to be precious to me. Take care of that face, Yomie Kang."
When she left, my tears flowed and I laughed out loud.
I REMEMBER...
I'M NOT YOMIE KANG, I'M CHERRY PASUCAN.
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