The Ugly Beauty

The Ugly Beauty

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I'm tired of people wanting to be around the pretty crowd. I hate the fact that guys go for beauties with flawless skin, glass hour figure, and silky soft hair. I'm done with wishing to look like those models on the magazines. Why? Because I never saw myself as beautiful. I have accepted that I will never look as pretty as the other girls in town. Dahlia Marsh is a normal girl with serious self-esteem issues. Not only does she think so low of herself, she also think she will never find love because of how she looks. She shies away from all attention and always stays on the sideline. And when the right one comes...will she finally love herself and be able to love too? This is not your normal love story. This is a story that will focus more on loving yourself. "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucius
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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