The ugliness was exposed once again, it was indeed imbibed in her. The mirror was gutsy enough in telling so. Her musty, messy black hair was tucked behind to avoid adding to the ugly state. The world injects pain, it takes complete freedom to tag people ugly and beautiful and offers each a special poking position without their permission – she was an experienced human.
The days she spent in solace didn’t go in vain. When she thought of taking a stand, to merge with the earth, the pain gifted a form of pleasure which the world failed to offer. Accepting herself as the definition of ugly was lucid.
She enjoyed; lived with it.