[ WP ] In this world , physical appearance depends entirely on personality . All babies are born identical . Beauty is achieved gradually through good thoughts and deeds , while the opposite is true for ugliness .

I never thought it would happen to me. My parents were beautiful spending their lives taking in orphans raising them to be valuable members of society who became beautiful people themselves but I was the bitter disappointment. It started when I was little 5 or 6 I would take things that were n't mine just because I wanted them then I started fighting other kids. Whenever it was time for church on sunday my adoptive parents tried their best to make me look nice and remind me only nice girls get to be beautiful women. The other parishioners would stare at me and I would hear them whisper. 
 `` How can such beautiful people have an ugly child?'' 
 
 `` I would n't have kept her.'' 
 
 `` This must be their ultimate good deed.'' 
 
 My skin used to boil at the comments and I would lash out at any kid near me. Why could n't I just be good? I tried as I got older doing volunteer work and helping out at the church but it never felt right. I hated helping people and cleaning up after them and my face would show it. I would start to see the beauty fade as my true self kept coming back. Finally I could n't take it anymore if I was gon na be ugly I was gon na be the ugliest. I ran away to the city and started with petty crime stuff then dealing drugs but that was n't enough for me. I ended up meeting a few more ugly runaways and what began as a friendship turned into a gang. It was n't long before we had more and more uglies working for us and once we got into the weapons game it was like something outta the movies. I felt invincible. Then we got raided and I got snatched up along with half the gang. I walked into the police station bound in handcuffs and a silence fell over the room. Everyone knew I was the worst because they could see it. They fingerprinted me and then put me in a cell with the other women. All of them were variations of ugliness some worse some very close to being beautiful. They all stared at me as I took a seat and finally one of them who looked a bit older walked over to me. 
 
 `` Girl, when's the last time you looked in the mirror?'' She asked looking me up and down. I sat there and honestly thought about it. 
 
 `` Five years when I ran away from home.'' I said with honesty. She laughed and pointed at the piece of metal that was a makeshift mirror above a sink and toilet. 
 
 `` You're pretty bad should probably take a look.'' I smiled at her and walked to the mirror and saw what I was. 
 
 `` Fuck.'' Was the only word I could say but then I smiled again. Yeah my skin was dry and wrinkled my eyes a cloudy brown, my nose had become jagged and my eyebrows were long and bushy but this was me. This was the real down to the bones me.
