Beverly’s POV
Dear Blue Clouds,
To be beautiful is to be lonely.
I know first-hand the pressures that come from have a perfect smile, the right shape of eyes, unique eye colours, maybe a Grecian nose, pair of long legs, the perfect body shape and the right weight. Perhaps if I had been less of all this, my parents would give me attention. Perhaps, if I had been less of all this, my parents would take care of me as they would a child. Perhaps, if I had been less of all this, peers would constantly pressure me to do things I do not want to do. I love, love my life, but sometimes I feel like the entire universe misunderstands me. For the first time, someone came and brought down those defences and made me sane. But in the end, peer pressure played again and now I’ve lost Grace forever.
