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[Prologue] The price of beauty

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All my life all i knew was beauty. All i ever knew was to be a pretty face to the public since birth.
I've been in pageants of every sort ever since i came out of my mother's womb.
All ive ever been told is to smile and look pretty to get your way.
Make-up, body inhancement surgeries, pagaents and so much more.
I've  seen it all.
I've  been through it all
Offers to make your booty bigger
Make you slimmer
I almost went for it.

"You've gained some weight dear have you been exercising lately?" my mother asked.

I looked at myself in the mirror i didn't see anything wrong with my figure it looked the same.

"Yes i have."

"Stayed on your diet with no cheat days?" she asked.

"I promise i have." i say.

"Well there's something you're doing wrong. You should wear a courset underneath your dress for the pageant."

"Mother i dont like to wear those things they hurt."

"Aww honey." she places her hands on my cheeks.
"What have i told you all your life?"

"Pain is beauty."

"And what else?"

"To smile through the pain."

She smiled. "That's right your mother didn't get her own line of fashion doing nothing. I had to get surgeries and push myself to look perfect. You my dear dont need to have sugeries. You're a natural beauty you just need to take care of yourself."

"But i do mom i swear."

"Try harder you have to push yourself."

It's not easy being Victoria Secret's daughter.
She expects me to carry the torch. Take care of her company
Walk the runway.
I'm top angel and i couldn't be worse.
I didn't ask for this life.
I didn't ask to be worked until i couldn't breathe just to walk down a runway.
I didn't ask to be unhappy.

"Mom i can't do this any more."

"Do what honey?"

"Modeling."

She let out a wholesome jolly laugh. "That's funny darling, but that's nothing to joke about."

"I'm not joking mom i-i'm not happy anymore."

"Oh honey we can just put you in rehab just get through this week's show."

"No! Mom i've thought long and hard about this. All my problems the source is modeling, fame i'm living in your shadow."

"You won't have to for long! Just hold on for a little while long and your name will be up on the billboards in shiny lights."

"I don't want to rule the company mom i want to dance!"

"We've talked about this (y/n) i need you to pass on the torch keep our family in eternal wealth."

"That's not what i want to be known for. I dont want this to be what people know me for. Walking down a walk way in skimpy clothes! I Don't want that on my tombstone!"

"You won't have to do that all your life just a portion of it until you reach an age where you can't hide the wrinkles anymore."

"No that's not what i want!"

"We can't all get what we want!! Life is unfair! You have to sacrifice something you love to survive in this world!!"

"It doesn't have to be that way. Life is what you make it out to be and i know life doesn't have to be hard. I want to follow my dreams and be happy!"

"Well you know what? Be my guest. Go out there and try to build up that stupid dream of yours! I tried to give you an easy path in life so you dont have to struggle in life! But you're choosing the struggle! Go ahead an when you're down to your last dollar dont come crawling back to me." she growled.

"Trust me i won't and if there's one thing you've taught me. Its that the price of beauty...is unhappiness." i walk out of the house and drive to my house and pack all my clothes.
Im going into hiding im starting a new life.
Where i wont have to question my worth or if how i look is good enough.
I can look in the mirror and be happy with what i see.
I can be happy with my life.

I pick up my phone and go through my notes and find my dad's address.

7380 Broadband St.
27483 Queens, New York

New York here i come.

I pack everything i possibly can into the car and drive to new york.
After exhausting days of driving almost non stop. I finally end up at my dad's doorstep.

I reluctantly knock on his door as the rain poors down on me.

The door open and my eyes are met with (e/c) eyes like mine.

"(Y-y/n)?" my dad questions.

I crack a small smile as i shove my hands in my jacket pockets.
"Hi dad."

He pulled me into a tight hug.

"I knew this would happen,Don't worry i've got you." he said to me.

A tear slips down my face and crack a smile knowing for once i had someone who cared for me as a person and not as another face in the magazine.