While other five year old girls were busy playing with dolls, Beauty could be found climbing trees, bare chested and in the company of boys. When other girls were writing notes to their crushes, Beauty was locked in her room listening to music, her head buried in a book and her mind years or miles away. Beauty never did things the normal way; and it wasn't her fault. She always felt different, and everyone around her made her feel that way. Why? Beauty was fat...Yes, fat, and in the world that Beauty lived in, being fat was almost as bad as having a disability. Imagine her surprise then when someone tells her she's beautiful, will it be a match made in Heaven? Or a nightmare with no end?