Her eyes were swollen, thick lashes wet from her tears, her brown skin was pale, lips dry. Then they slipped down to the rest of her body. She was ugly, and for that, she hated herself. She loathed every single thing about her. Her messy curls, her short arms, lanky and thin. Her thick thighs never seemed to get skinnier, even after starving herself for long periods of time. Her stomach was not skinny, layered with a small amount of fat. She hated herself for looking the way she did. Was that why no one wanted her?. Did everyone saw her as an object that was ruining their life? Was she causing trouble for everyone she knew?