I hated my life, in fact… I despised it, nothing hurt me more than looking at my own reflection in the mirror or in the pool. And I guess I wasn't the only one who hated how I looked, since I was severely bullied all through out middle and high school. I thought "Oh I really must be ugly," but, so what if I am? It's not like I could change my own looks, or could I?

As the years progressed, the bullying got worse, and I was even more insecure than ever, my parents were so worried about me.

"Maya, are you really not going to eat again? Starving yourself won't help you lose weight but harm you. So please eat," Is something along those lines that my father would often say, and his worrying only multiplied from there.

I eventually had enough, and around that time I had gotten an idea, if I simply hated the way I looked why couldn't I change it? I could get plastic surgery!

I brought up this to my parents and they were hesitant at first, but later on agreed. They wanted me to be happy again, and if me getting surgery would stop the bullying, why would they want to refuse?

2 months later I ended up getting surgery, I couldn't believe it, when I looked at my reflection for the first time in months I couldn't help but cry tears of joy. I was beautiful. my blue eyes finally could shine with the eyelid surgery I had received, and my nose no longer had the bump it used to have, which my classmates would often say was as big as a camel hump. My whole face was brand new, I was gorgeous, my skin was clear and smooth. I looked like a porcelain doll.

"Mother," I said as I felt myself cry once more, "I can't describe how happy I am"

My mother replied with a soft smile and looked at me with the most loving eyes. I knew now that my life wouldn't be so hard anymore, I had already endured my whole life in pain. Surely my new workplace wouldn't be as tough.