loathing
She began to hate herself.
She hated the others. Girls.
With their hair, perfect eyelashes, perfect figures. They may have hidden insecurities like she does, but they are the ones that are somehow happy in the way their life is going. They are the ones that get the attention and the happy result.
From guys.
From employers.
From the clerk behind the counter who "accidently" grabs a large cup when the girl asks for a medium mochalattewhateverthehellsheordered.
From the teacher when she politely asks for an extenstion.
The feeling was white hot. She felt she couldn't compete with all of this.
What was wrong with her?
She was a...
Publicly confident
Educated
Mousy haired girl who could not control that random flyaways or curls around the ends with sallow, sunken dark eyes that made zombies even look attractive.
She hated the others. Girls.
With their hair, perfect eyelashes, perfect figures. They may have hidden insecurities like she does, but they are the ones that are somehow happy in the way their life is going. They are the ones that get the attention and the happy result.
From guys.
From employers.
From the clerk behind the counter who "accidently" grabs a large cup when the girl asks for a medium mochalattewhateverthehellsheordered.
From the teacher when she politely asks for an extenstion.
The feeling was white hot. She felt she couldn't compete with all of this.
What was wrong with her?
She was a...
Publicly confident
Educated
Mousy haired girl who could not control that random flyaways or curls around the ends with sallow, sunken dark eyes that made zombies even look attractive.