158 Days

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She frowns at her reflection in the mirror. It is winter banquet night, and her friend is picking her up in twenty minutes. She wasn't asked by a boy, and she stares at the image of herself, picking out every flaw. She keeps telling herself she doesn't need a boy to make her happy, but it's not working. Her eyes trail from her thick thighs to her small breasts to her long neck to her wide eyes. She stares at her too-dark eyebrows, grimacing in horror. When she looks at her stomach, she lets out a shaky breath. A tear slips down her cheek, but she wipes it away immediately. She fixes her make-up before she lifts the pale pink dress to her half-naked body. She wonders if her idols went through this same thing, feeling unloved, feeling ugly and awkward. A smile tugs at her lips when the lyrics to one of their ballads pops into her head.

"One-hundred fifty-eight days," the girl whispers to her reflection.

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