I always hated the way I looked. With my large nose, pale skin, messy untamed hair, and my horrible sense of fashion. My daily routine consisted of: wake up, look in the mirror, cry, get ready, look in the mirror again, cry again, go to work, be reminded of how ugly I am, cry again, go home, get ready for bed, and finally cry myself to sleep.
One night, after a long and exhausting day at work, I went to sleep without even changing out of my clothes.
And that's when it happened.
I woke up the net morning feeling different. But, I still continued with my morning routine.
I felt a little fancier today. So, I found an outfit that, to my amazement, turned out great.
And that's when I realized how late I was.
As I sprinted past the buildings, I notice that people are staring at me. But, not in the way that they used to. Their staring at me as if I'm---
I continue my way to work slightly shaken by how my looks has changed dramatically.