I hated my reflection and refused to look at myself. I did not care about the way I looked. But I could not get the Image of myself out of my mind. I could feel my hair resting lightly on my back. It's burgundy shade a replicated color of my mothers. With the curliness of my fathers, reaching and twisting to the middle of my back. I also got my mothers sapphire blue eyes. Anyone who looked into them was captivated and could not look away until something broke their focus. My lips sat in a hard line but they could not look more plump and voluptuous....at least I hoped they couldn't. Although they have never been kissed by another human being of the opposite sex. I longed for my soul mate, my knight in shining armor to burst through the door, take me in his arms and suck my face off. My poor virgin lips would never be kissed. It might be because I never allowed myself to be seen in my real skin or maybe it's because I never allow people to get close enough to actually get to know me. It made my dead heart race when I thought of being kissed. Like if it had a beat it would burst through my chest. But I'm sure my marble skin would be unaffected. Nothing could penetrate it, I was like superman. And for the finality my curves, even with how short I am, pulled it all together into the perfect temptation. My monstrous beauty cursed me but I was ecstatic to shape shift to hide myself from anyone who wasn't me. It was also a good thing for humans. I did not attract them to me like a moth to a flame. So they stayed away which gave me the feeling of control over my disgusting hunger for that scarlet human wine. I had to be presentable today which means I have to be monstrously beautiful just to speak to my stepmother. Not that I wanted to talk to her anyways. These are the putrid things I try to shove into the back of my mind and forget. As if I forgot of our meeting, I would not have to go to them. I think I need a new technique.
