I found myself very frustrated the other night. I was expected to clean up and dress in formal wear for another one of my mother’s parties. So I played my role of the good daughter, dress up and look “pretty”. At least that is what they all told me I was, but the truth is every time someone called me pretty or beautiful it made me angry. They have no idea what I look like in my most beautiful form. Finally, after a couple of hours I had had enough and went up to my room. Ripping my dress as I was desperate to get out of it and without thinking grabbed the scissors on my vanity. I stared at my face in the mirror thinking about all the compliments I received then I took the scissors and make a cut right across my forehead up near the start of my scalp. The blood started to run down my face, warm and so soothing. This is true beauty, this is my best self. You see it too, don’t you?

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