I wanted to be the 'face'. The face that launched a thousand ships. I wanted to feel what it's like to be Helen of Troy. I wanted to feel what it's like to be beautiful, chiseled to perfection. I look at the mirror and find nothing but a hopeless and lonely girl who isn't good enough. My reflection tells me that I'm not something I always wanted to be. I'm not even close to being picture-perfect.

I wanted to be perfect. I loathe every flaw that I find in my body. I became very insecure for foolish reasons. I hated my teeth, my cheeks, my nose, my smile, every possible body part. I hated myself for my imperfections. I started to think, if I delete everything I hated, what would become of me? Nothing.

Those were the times.

Now, I wouldn't want to be the face that could launch a thousand ships. Who would want to cause Trojan war? Outside splendor can fool million eyes, but eventhough it can fool million eyes, all it needed was one pair. One pair to make her feel special, to make her see what real beauty really meant.

Charms could be deceiving, beauty can fade away, but a woman who could understand and embrace her imperfections, defines true beauty and contentment in life - that's better than launching a thousand ships.

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