I was told over the years as I grew up that I was too pretty and by the time I turned 17, I was fully matured many people would stare at me.I was slender and graceful. I had and still have long strawberry blonde hair and I have hazel eyes. I wish I weren't like this then maybe they wouldn't have kicked me out for seducing the men. Even though I hid my body with baggy clothes and put on my bonnet which covered most of my hair. I was still seen as beautiful. I couldn't cover my face. Therefor growing up I was scolded and looked down upon for not being simple like I was supposed to be. And that is when the women started complaining to the bishop and they held a trial on whether or not I was to be kicked out if the community. And I was now I am in this world which they said was full of heathens that were not covered by Gods love and forgiveness.