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 near water again. It made me physically ill.

Why did she have everything I wanted? Why was she so sickeningly gorgeous, and yet I couldn’t make myself hate her for it?

I had curly brown hair that would never tame itself, and yet hers looked docile and obedient. It wasn’t fair. Not fucking fair at all. I never felt pretty, but she made me feel like I was the scum on the bottom of her pristine little heels.

Her low-rise jeans showed off her flat stomach and wide hips, causing me to look down at my own body with a sigh. My hips had dimples and my stomach was bloated; how did she get so lucky in the looks’ department?