(warning: not finished)
She stared into her reflection and almost cringed at the sight. Tears began to fall from her eyes, slowly she wiped them away. Although the ones she loved, tried so hard to comfort her, nothing could take away the image she had burned into her memory. An image that danced around mocking her, screaming to her that she was so incredibly flawed.
As she hid behind the mask of armor, she prepared for another day.
A day that could be broken, before it even began.
She found it hard to face the hawking eyes of strangers, of people she might someday meet again. She froze, like a rabbit in the headlights she could not move. She did not talk, she mearly weeped. The man beside her did not understand why she cried so hard that day, neither did she. All she knew was she would never be beautiful
