Shiyah a girl who grew up believing that beauty shines from within not from the outside, was quickly shutdown for uplifting women even if they did not meet the beauty standards of men.

"Why should I force such harsh diets on myself just to empress men?" She constantly asked this to herself, but the question till this day has not been answered.

She was forced into a world of seclusion. Why? Well that question is fairly easy, its because she doesn't meet the criteria of society. Too short, too chubby, skins too dark, eyes too small these are all things she could not help but was still shunned by society.

" Why must I changed?" She cried. Must I be attracted to b love by my own parents. "Momma? please look at me as how you would with my sister and brother! Don't push me away too!"

Even with her pleading she was still shut out. By her mom, brother, and sister too. She learned at a young age that there was no true love in this world.

"If your lucky your pierced can help you get a job." her sister said.

"Ugh your too ugly ho are you even my sister! You must be adopted. that's the only explanation", he sneared.

The only one who has shown any sincerity and love was my father. Such a gentle and kind hearted man. He's never once showed digest or malice towards me, only pure love for hi youngest daughter. He died two weeks before my birthday. A car crash, everyone blamed me for his death. They said if he was never influenced by a girl such as myself he could have lived longer. I started to believe that.

Soon after my mom moved me to the attic hoping they would see me as less as possible. They brought my food to me twice a day, sometimes once a day depending on there moods. It was nothing but left over anyways.

If I had just became prettier, would they treat me nicer. Would my dad still be alive? Was it really my fault? These questions lingered in my head more than I would have wanted. It was all I could think about. Does happiness truly reside with beauty.

Or has beauty corrupted our minds. My sister had fair skin, puppy like eyes, luscious long hair, and a body so thin it could fly away at any given time. If-

If I were more like her things would be different. If I WERE her life would be different. This right! I must be like her! Or perhaps be her...

I've learned that beauty is nothing more than the devil hiding in human skin. I've decided I shall become the devil. Because just like everyone else I ant the advantage that isn't handed to everyone by birth. I want beauty whether I get it myself, or forcefully take it. Yes, beauty is truly the devils mark, the mark of evil...

To be continued

Two weeks locked in the attic has gone by, and yet no one has come up to see if Alright. I lasted these two weeks with only a meal a day while doing extensive workout routines. The results are almost to noticeable to ignore. I smiled at the thought. I look at myself in the mirror aggressively grabbing onto my sides.

*Tsk, it's still not enough. I need to lose more, more ,more...

I begin to claw at my stomach hoping it will get smaller.Tears begin to roll down my face.

"Just a bit more" I cried. I'll definitely do whatever it takes to get where I need to be. Maybe I should go on a stricter diet. No food for two more weeks, it's no big deal.

Two weeks later...

The food has been sitting in the same place since its been received, rotting in the corner of the attic. Too weak Too move but I'm sure I've lost more weight. I smile estatically

To pass time trying not to think about the hunger pains I've read all the books on the book shelf in here. I've even written essays on each book. I hear footsteps from downstairs. There heading this way. Some one walks up to the attic door and opens it. a plate of food appears with a glass of water.

"Today is the day! The first time I get to eat in two weaks". I crawl of the bed and towards the food. The attic door immediately shuts and locks. I hear the footsteps get distant. I start scarring down the food unconcerned about what it was I was eating. I didn't care, I only consumed the food so that I'd have enough time to look in the mirror.

I've licked the plate clean. Unsatisfied with my behavior up until now I still had no energy to move. I crawled back into my bed waiting for me to have the energy to stand up. To no avail I was still to weak. I looked around the room, looking for something to support me as I wall. There it was, my grandfather's cane. I crawled back off the bed and towards the cane. I grabbed the cane and used it to help myself up.

"Finally! Now, what I've been waiting for". I scurry to the mirror in the corner. The anticipation I held was getting stronger by the second. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror.

A thick smile is plastered on my face. "I've had to have lost 20 pounds!" I, I have become what I have hated most. Now I must become someone that is worse then fear. As we all know, you can't fear what you've overcome.

I aytempt to twirl around, but I fall to thr ground due to my legs giving out. A loud thump sound was made when I hit the ground. I wasn't even surprised when no one came to see if I was hurt. Now, how do I show them what I've become...