They tell her she is beautiful but that is not how she feels. The scars on her arms remind her of the word that used to reverberate off the walls of her mind, the same words she hears when she is so rarely called beautiful and when others notice the imperfections that she feel make her hear this word. Ugly. The mirror is not her friend, in fact every time she looks in to one, she prays that every single mirrior in this world would shatter. She tries to be the best person she can be, for fear that Karma has brought this upon her…but she knows it is here to stay. She knew after the word incurable was said. She knows that she is fated to be prisoner in a skin that she wishes she could shed. They call it shallow to worry about appearances but she longs for love. A beast longing to find this beauty that all in this world seem to covet, longing to find this beauty that is spoken so highly of in another soul. A monster yearning for Love, but who could love a monster such as she?