She was about to turn seventeen. And she recovered from her acne a bit. She did get rid of lots of her pimples which conquered her face, arms, neck , back and front. She knows she ain't beautiful. When her sisters talked about their boyfriends and guys who liked them, she would feel inferior. She knew she won't get some one to like her. No one is going to marry her, because she knew no one like ugly faces. But she was still proud of her features, the only thing she is always praying for is her skin to get rid of those ugly pustules and the marks and scars they caused. Because her skin was the biggest obstacle between her confidence and peace of mind. People have made her feel like shit in all those years. Friends left and everyone would say she ain't pretty at all than her sisters. The complexity , stress and paranoia developed at its best. Poor girl, she never thought life would be a hell someday. She managed her academic performance somehow which was getting a huge drop. But how could she manage her own image that was getting too down. She had no confidence, stress made her look even bad, she avoided being seen in public.
Teachers would berate her being a day dreamer, she was present in class but her mind was absent. She was always thinking what others are thinking about her, how she should behave, how she should talk, how she should face others. She wanted to have fun, but her mind kept her telling what her friends once told 'the most boring person'.
She didn't know how to have friends. In school she had limited number of friends. Because now it was not just about appearance but what she was from inside.
She stopped wearing sleeveless clothes because her body looked ugly. She couldn't even sleep, her body ached due to those pustules, her pustules would burst and it was all ugly, and it was too itchy!
She tried every possible way of looking good like doing hairstyles but school didn't allow anyone to do that. Guys at school didn't notice her.
Her class fellows would sketch her and add dots to it to mention she has pimples. Making her feel even more ugly.
She was prey to bully. But now it was time to stop feeling like shit.
Her mum took her to doctor, doctor prescribed her medicines. The side effects were too dangerous. But she needed to get treated as soon as possible. She watched her diet, strictly followed the instructions the doctors gave.
It took her a year to get a little better.
But she was not who she was years ago. She was not confident at all. Her confidence depended on her beauty. She wanted to prove herself. She didn't liked being a people pleaser. She wanted to do good. She wanted to make lasting impression. She just wanted everything she lost back!
