Everyone said she was plain and ugly

nothing extraordinary

and so she threw herself

on the first stranger

who called her beautiful.

 

I was this girl. The ugly duckling who, unsatisfied with the love provided at home, sought another kind of love.

I was 13.

I've never been told I was beautiful by a man; and I was jealous of the girls who got flowers and chocolates on Valentine's Day.

Though no one ever openly spoke about my ugliness, it was a truth that didn't need to be spoken. It was understood.

 

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Published by Joanne Giselle Degamo