The Freckles Were The Only Lie
Language: en
I was on the local news when I was born, simply for being too beautiful. By my first birthday, an embarrassing number of dynastic families were already swarming my parents, requesting a standing arrangement for a future marriage. When the tenth time a boy was hospitalized after fighting over me, my parents knew we had to move. They reluctantly packed up our lives and began using makeup to conceal my real face. I finally began to live what felt like a normal life. It was also the first time I truly felt the sharp, cold malice of the world without the armor of my looks. The day I was…