True Beauty

I looked beautiful from the back. I knew that. My blonde, silky locks flowed to the middle of my spine, and I was very athletic. I ran track, played basketball, and cross country skied during the winter to keep my body in perfect condition. I was average height, and I always wore the cutest, designer clothes I could find in the local mall.

The only problem was my face. A thick birthmark stretched from the top of my left cheekbone to my jawline. It was the color of red wine, and the most hideous thing I had ever seen. I never went anywhere without three different shades of foundation, concealer, and two different kinds of powder. No one at school knew about the blemish, not even my best friend.

During the school day, my face was a constant worry. I didn't want anyone to think I was ugly. As I got older, the mark darkened. In grade school, it was barley noticeable, but it later became the source of my stress.

At night, I wonder how much it would take to perfect the imperfection. Is there a procedure out there that could correct the blemish? Some sort of miracle cream? If not, I would be stuck with this ugly face for the rest of my life.