Zany's eyes dimmed with displeasure at the statement he uttered before he walked out from her sight.
"Ugly…short…dark skinned…thin…bony…" The words replayed in her memory. If her own brother told her she was ugly, what then did outsiders say about her.

"No front…no back?"

"Monstrous? Unpleasing? Disgusting? Horrible? "

She did not want to imagine the insults, the disgust people may feel at her sight. What was she to do? Did she create herself to be short, to be thin? Tears clouded her eyes as she made her way into her bedroom which was directly opposite her brother's room.

She took her pen and scribbled down some letters as tears flowed endlessly from her eyes. Taking the tear stained paper, she dragged her body out of her...