You come out and say that you have this flaw. A flaw that can be hiddenfrom people by a simple step. You sit there and say it makes you lookugly. That stung me. Are you telling me that those marks on you aremaking you ugly? Well excuse you, have you seen my markings? Thesemarkings are standing their ground and sticking around. I don't havethe sympathy for you. Those marks on you are normal and will go awaywith ease. Mine on the other hand will take its precious time todisperse from my skin. Yet you have the audacity to say you don'twant to be ugly from them. Do you have any idea that what you saidhas made an impact on me? I'm hurt by your words. How do you think Ifeel about these markings on me? I'm not proud of them but they showme that I am strong. Your markings are not making you ugly, youyourself are doing just that. I would die to have your markings butthen I would be just like you and not myself. They may be unbearableto look at but they are here to stay.
