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Myself, the Beautiful Monster

What do you do when the Monster in your life is...you?

How can you look in the mirror?

You can't, so, you cover it up with makeup and concealer and you pray it'll never fade, pray they'll never see through, that they'll never see you...but you do.

And I do.

I see you, I see me.

I see the person I'm supposed to be, and I see the person I have become.

I've become numb...and it is uncomfortable.

I didn't ask for the pen that writes this story.

I wanted the pretty pink pen that smelled like cherries and wrote smooth lines even on creased pages but instead…I am the creased pages.

And I only know the broken pens, the empty pens and the simply just left over pens.

But as I grew, I made due with what I had.

I found beauty in my imperfections.


I learned to love the creases.


I learned that I don't even really like the smell of cherries...or the colour pink.


And I also learned that anything can become beautiful if you look at it just right, and these days, I see myself perfectly.

I am a beautiful monster.


And that's okay, because monsters don't fear the dark, they find purpose in it.


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Chapter One:

Part One- Paparazzi

There she stood, the cheers beyond the lights dizzying her as she faced the crowd. Revelling in it, she breathed in the electricity. She was ready to give them what they came for. Closing her eyes, she steadied herself. The excitement so palpable she felt like she could reach out and grab it. Slowly, she opened her eyes, took another breath, opened her mouth and- *knock, knock, knock* “DESTINY! Get up. Time for school!” *Sigh.* The crowd will have to wait…

Opening her eyes Destiny stared at the reflection in the mirror before her. No camera flashes, no cheering crowds…nothing. Just a mirror with a dark brown wooden frame, and the reflection of the room behind her; a light brown wooden bunk bed, baby blue walls and a celestial wall paper border. In front of that bunk bed was a girl. Dark blond hair and green eyes that were swollen from crying. Destiny stared at herself in the mirror everyday, and every time it was like looking at a stranger. She would study the sad girl with curiosity, noticing the poorly done makeup that was a bit too orange, and the freckles that mapped across her cheeks. Thinking “This isn’t me. I’m a star. I am beautiful and glamorous and have nothing to cry about. My fans adore me and I have everything I want. Girls like me don’t cry.” After a few deep breaths, and a shake of her head, it was time to get ready for school.

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Monsters don't fear the dark, they find purpose in it.

Pretty (Un) Lucky Poetry

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Pretty (Un) Lucky

Together, we will follow the story of young Destiny, trapped in a dysfunctional family and yearning for a life of freedom. We will experience her world as she imagines it; through rose colored glasses, as they say.

Twelve-year-old Destiny Fawnsworth spends most of her time in her bedroom, creating a world in her mind where she gets to be a star. She is the most beautiful, popular, happy girl who has protection from loyal fans and followers. 

Though when Destiny has to leave her bedroom, she perceives it as a warzone. She carefully treads along, watching for land mines, with a possible enemy around every corner.

Once Destiny is at school, she is able to leave the war behind, but takes with her the fantasy that she is a star. Having a hard time deciphering between fantasy and reality, she tends to alienate herself from her peers and this adds to her internal chaos.

As Destiny reaches her breaking point while in class, she experiences her first panic attack. She is then forced to face reality and has the opportunity to reach out for help; but will she do it? Or will she continue to live in her delusion that she is a star, but going to war when she enters the threshold of her so-called home? Destiny deserves peace, but will she find it?