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***TW:swearing***

I _HATE_ HER!

She has _everything_, and I mean **everything**, I want!

She has friends, _real_ friends. She doesn’t know how lucky she is to have them! Her athletic abilities are **AGH**! She is the best basketball player on the team! While I’m over here just trying to get coach’s attention.

She has this _obnoxious smile_ that l...

She is beautiful. Absolutely amazing. Boys wish they coyld date her. She has a billion friends with the latest phone and fashion. She has the best complexion and the most expensive makeup buyable. Her hair is like a golden river. I want to be here. I yearn to stand where she stands with all that she has. Why can’t I have all that she does? It’s not fair. I wish I was her....

Beauty comes in many different shapes and forms, but me? I had none of them. I glanced at myself in the mirror and doubts shoved my head under water and didn’t let me up to breathe. Then, my eyes averted towards Sadie.

Sadie. Perfect, prim Sadie with her pin-straight hair that was so blonde it blinded me. Her pouty lips taunting me with a grin. Her deep blue eyes that made me want to never go nea...

Beauty. Overwhelming, desirable, stunning beauty. I like my tarnished skin littered with scars. Her skin is perfected with tanned skin and freckles galore than face across her skin. While she is skinny and has friends that love her and boys who chase her I am a freak who is known for her sadness. Sea blue eyes that cherish the secrets of the water and seashells and natural eyelashes with a face of...

I gave up on this book a while ago but the opening scene fits the prompt pretty well, any critique would be appreciated.

Abby entered the school in a tight shirt and black mini skirt. Her maroon boots matched her lipstick. She walked the crowded halls, her new schedule in her delicate hands with painted black nails sharply contrasting her lightly tanned skin. Her ebony hair shined past her should...

“Behind,” I mutter, ducking to avoid Flora’s shaker tins smacking me in the head.

“Wow, that smells amazing,” Flora says as I set the ribeye down — not in front of her, of course, but in front of the customer who’s way more interested in her neckline than the eighty-five-dollar steak I’m carrying. I sigh.

I like her. I really do. But she’s one of those people who are always nice. It’s exhausting...

I didn’t trust him. Not because he seemed sly or two-face. He was just too good looking. And I have learnt that handsome faces are not to be trusted.

His face was so perfectly chiselled, and his neck was so muscular…it would be hard to strangle him.

His biceps, his chest, his shoulders…his everything, really was a masterpiece. At least he wasn’t an abstract piece - they’re even more difficult to...

She was shaped like an uppercase Y. With her pointy, ugly chin tied to her stick-thin body, making her look down on everyone as she grows taller and taller. At times, she would disconnect her chin and look up instead, showing her dark horizontal lined neck during the process. One could see each and every grotty crevice if they looked close enough. I’ve noticed her disgusting details on her neck, w...

Marcus was Adonis, by any other name, and Gerald hated him for it. Six two, with a Spanish complexion, that oh so chocolate skin, hair as black as coal, and the physique of an athlete to boot. What wasn’t there to hate? His face was doe-like in its openness. Pity he couldn’t be run over by a car, thought Gerald. He had the easy swagger and bulging biceps of the regular gym-goer. He wore suits, exp...

I am at the pool, with my one piece plus size bathing suit, followed by my tree trunk thighs. A long comes this sex pot accompanied by a flock of men. Here I am sitting at the pool alone, Plus, I forgot to bring sunscreen. Not one of those men looked over at me.They don’t realize that she had work done on on her face,her lips, breast implants, tummy, tucks, and a butt lift. She was pretty, and I...