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Kristina Czarina Trinidad

That one girl

MY mirror was sculpted as a star, it was illuminated with bright string lights on its sharp edges, and I would stand for hours in silence, looking at myself from the other side. A wide face, button nose, patchy skin, dark circles that decorate the undereyes, unplucked thick brows, cracked lips, uneven featureswhat else? Oh, I hated myself. My hair was chopped and brittle, and I was constantly reminded of that. I was constantly reminded of my insecurities. Teased to the public eye. My phone displayed various women with pretty faces from the media. Almond eyes, flawless skin, straight and perfect noses- the perfect face ratio. I showed obsession. Cosmetic surgery really is the only way is it?