There's a japanese legend that says your present face is the face of the one you loved in your past life.

The lady next to me nods as she smiles admiringly.

We take a deep breathe and plunge into the abyss.

I remember that dream a few days ago. Although, that was the only scene I remembered. Her face remained blurry despite all my efforts to decrypt it.

I open eyes as my make-up artist finishes cleaning my face.

The runway show was a success. As always, everyone's eyes are on me. I am the star of the show and they love me for that.

What a beautiful life.

Or that's what I wish to say.

I've always been insecured of how I looked. Since I was a kid, people's eyes had set on me. I thought something was wrong. They assured me that I was pure and gorgeous and that made me happy.

But that came from men who only wanted to sexually harrass me.

Because of that, a lot of people, mostly women, bully me. They'd try to hit me and deform my face and body. They'd fail as the boys would defend me.

I look like a bitch, don't I? Do you think I like it? No. I hate it. I hate it all!

If only I wasn't born with this face, gorgeous or ugly, bad things wouldn't happen. If only I wasn't born with this body, voluptuous or chubby, bad things wouldn't happen.

I've hated myself. I always had. My face, bosy, everything.

One day, my mom left my dad and me. My dad was extremey sick to the point we needed money for the hospital. All my relatives ignored and forgot us.

I needed to make money. As anyone can expect, I did something that only this body can do.

Haha. My body can't do it.

Only the men.

But it's for the money. It's all worth it.

The runway show is a prostitute bar. I've been working here for a few months now. My mom is getting back to shape thanks to the money.

My make-up artist applies a new make-up design. I inhale and...