I'm normal

She was gathering the courage to turn to the mirror. She didn't want to get upset. She really didn't want to. She was standing in front of the mirror again. She was carefully examining her face. Her stomach was tightening. She was hoping that everything would be fine today. She was going to be beautiful. She was taking proper care of her skin. She had read many articles. She had visited a dermatologist. But nothing was working. Almost every morning, she woke up with an imperfection. She didn't want to say the word. It's disgusting. It's unpleasant. She's also disgusting. It's unpleasant. She's ugly. With ugly skin. With an ugly body. With ugly scars. With an ugly scar on her stomach from an operation. She's not pretty. She doesn't have the most important thing. She doesn't have what she needs. She's not beautiful enough. She's not perfect. That makes her ugly and unpleasant. She spends her days in her apartment. She's not ready yet. She hasn't achieved the desired result. It's too early. She's not ready to face people yet. No one will accept her like this... so imperfect. When she gets what she wants, what she needs, She'll be cheerful, joyful, and happy again. She'll be loved. Right?