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Everytime she looked in the mirror, all she felt was hate, disappointment, and sorrow. Today is no different. Her eyes, two black holes, void of any emotion, with dark pink ripples underneath them. Her skin, the shade of pink sidewalk chalk; dry and dull with little flakes dusting her cheeks. Rough strands of short pink hair matts her head, with two yellowed horns sticking out. Taking a step back, she lifts her shirt to expose the thing she hates most of all. The cause of all her problems. A belly hanging over her waistband and a set of three back rolls that proofed like bread beneath her bra.
Covering her mouth, she cries out a strangled sound, as she begins clawing at her skin. Leaving a trail of thin strokes, slowly blooming buds of blood from her thigh to her stomach, she sobs and shakes her head. Desperate, despondent, angry; there was no one to blame nor punish but herself.
You’re ugly. All the other girls have lost weight. Pretty heroes are all anyone wants to see. No one wants to look at an Ugly Goat Bitch like you. How are you even gonna get a boyfriend looking like this. This is all your fault. All you do is slide around on your acid, cry, and eat dumb shit. That’s why you’re fat. That’s why you’re ugly. That’s why you’ll never be anything .
Looking down at her bloodied skin, Mina wipes it away, barely registering the pain. And with a sudden knock on her door, she puts on her best fake smile, dresses hurriedly—barely able to breathe after stuffing herself in a waist trainer—and rushes out the door to meet Tsu and Ochako for brunch.