Imperfect

picture perfect.

she came smiling into school.
for the first time in a long time others smiled back. why was beauty so important to everyone? shouldn't impressions be based on personality, not looks? but it was clear to her that was not the way it worked, you had to look good to have friends. but what would happen when you no longer looked good? would her new found friends stay if the acne came back?
she had no clue that it wasn't acne that would lead to her down fall.

they walked over to her.
acting like they'd been friends for forever. she was no longer an embarrassment to be seen with. no one would judge them for talking to her, and if no one judged them that meant it was okay.
they always needed to fit the status quo.

while she was chatting with them her mind was else where.
looking over herself from neck down she realized some parts of her body weren't as great as they could be. her hair was a bit ragged at the end, it could be trimmed. her thighs could be slimmer. there was a bit of fat on her stomach that could go.
no not could, but should.
then she would look so much better.

oh how they noticed the imperfections.
it used to just be acne, but now everything was off. she had the potential to be pretty but there were just small things that were missing.
they could fix all these flaws.
they could make her beautiful.

she still smiled at everyone she passed.
however the smile was no longer genuine. it was merely a mask she put up. a mask that protected her from others looking into the tortured realm that was her mind. she thought she knew the way to make herself feel better. it was quite simple. so simple in fact, there were only three steps that needed to be completed.
become pretty, become flawless, become happy.

AN
Thank you all so much for one thousand reads it means the world to me! You guys are actually the best. I'm writing this because I want everyone to know that society's beauty standard impossible to achieve. EVERY SINGLE PERSON READING THIS IS GORGEOUS!

This chapter is really close to my heart because I used a lot of personal experience while writing it, for the longest time I felt that I was extremely fat, and felt like that gave me no right to be happy. I though the only way I would be considered 'pretty' was if I was my definition of skinny which was anything lighter than what I was. It lead me down a road that I wish I hadn't taken.

My goal by writing this is making sure that everyone knows they are perfect! If you are big, small, short, tall, or anything in between, you are perfect. If you think your noes is ugly, or your lips look strange, your chin is too small, know that you are absolutely stunning and NOTHING will ever change that!

Sorry this was short I had a ton of work to do, I'll try to update soon!