》Prologue《

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"That girl everybody sees isn't me. I was ugly.

Someone died in order to make an ugly girl pretty.

She was pretty, but I guess that makes me pretty.

Beautiful, pretty, and gorgeous. Beautiful, pretty, and gorgeous. I hear these words and think they are insults. Because it means that people aren't looking at you. Like really looking at you. It means they only took one glance and thought they had you all figured out. I think the people that use those words are superficial people.

But that's what I used to think. Not anymore.

I said that if you were called beautiful, pretty, and gorgeous it was an insult. But I was wrong. I went my whole life up until the day of my surgery thinking I was ugly. I mean that's what everybody had told me, so it had to have been true. They were wrong. And even if they were right, they were still wrong. Because it doesn't matter what they think. It matters what I think. So I want to tell you all a story. It's the story of how I found myself. " I smiled. This was it. I was exposing myself to everyone.

I was shivering and drowning in nerves. But they were going to listen. They had to. They had to understand the girl I was, and who I am now. They had to understand the girl that constantly thought, 'it's not me.' 

》Prologue《

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