On a cold snowy winter evening, Prakriti was busily scrolling on her phone, sitting beside the fireplace in her drawing room. She had just turned 18 and was a hopeless romantic, who had developed a major crush on Shaan, her classmate who she felt didn't treat her better than a bug. He was everything she wanted as her first boyfriend - tall, handsome, a basketball player and the most attractive thing about him was his intelligence. Prakriti might not be the most beautiful Nepali girl but boy, was she intelligent and intelligence was important to her. She only had eyes for him for the past three years but he had other plans, upon receiving her heart felt confession that wasn't even a proposal, he mocked her in front of the whole classroom and joked about how with that face she wouldn't even get hired as a maid in his household. Prakriti was heartbroken and had cried so much that week, then she just gave up on love altogether, it took a big toll on her as although she knew how cruel people could be, she didn't know that the person whom she doted on fawning at his every appearance, cheering in all his basketball games, caring deeply about his well being could be so spoilt rotten and unmanly. She always had self esteem issues, being a girl in any society does that to you. Ever since childhood she was constantly ridiculed and body shamed for things she couldn't control. Why do we fail these girls as a society expecting literal babies to adhere to the toxic beauty standards, and for whom? Why not teach them to accept themselves and their flaws instead and let them grow up out of their cocoons without all these complexities? She was to start her Engineering degree this spring, after many years of hard work she had gotten into one of the most prestigious universities in her country and she wanted to leave her humiliating crush behind.