Mrs. Potato Head

Oh, Mrs. Potato head tell me.

I was looking at a magazine. I was young when I found the most beautiful girl in the world.

On the front, the title said: "Don't be dramatic, it's all in some plastic!". From that day on, she was my absolute IDOL. I loved her so so much. I spent all my time looking at her and she gave me so much confidence to be myself!

When I grew up, however, that's when my life turned for the worse.

My boyfriend gave me a card for free plastic surgery. I was so excited! 

When I came in for my appointment, they took me in right away, very excitedly. Too excitedly.

They put me under anesthetic and made me count down from 10. I was finally asleep and dreamed of how I would look when I woke up.

I woke up and that's where I found out... it wasn't plastic surgery to make me look beautiful. I had bandages all over my face.

I felt my skin. It was leathery. 

I immediately tore the bandages off. What I saw was horrifying, to say the least. My face was tan and my lips and cheeks were overfilled with fat. I looked like an animal. An ugly, ugly animal.

'How will anyone love me now?!' I cried in my mind

"Does a new face come with a warranty? Will a pretty face make it better?"

"Pain is beauty." I cried.