LEO
His skin had many pale and dark spots that could be seen rather easily. He hated it so much. His skin had to be perfect. Smooth, with a blemish or unevenness. Sure, battle scars were fine, but that was where the line was drawn. He couldn't stand it. His skin should be even, balanced! And yet he slapped himself across the face for some time.
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DONNIE
His whole life, he felt fat, when in reality, he was really skinny. He doesn't eat as much as his family. He wants to look good. He remembered when he and Mikey had to carry Leo in his "parasite" trance. He was heavier than he looked. Donnie didn't want to be like that. He wanted to look light and be light. He didn't need any dinner tonight. He'll pass.
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MIKEY
In his opinion, he looked far too innocent. How could an enemy fear him, with his huge, baby blue eyes and freckles?! Anyone who looked at Raph would instantly run away, and he wouldn't even have to give them a death glare. Maybe he could try to at least use face paint to cover his freckles. Maybe squint like Raph when he's angry, or like Donnie when he's been using his computer for too long.
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RAPH
His face was hideous. His body looked so weird. He was too short. He looked bad in general. He hated himself in general. He always said he was the handsome one, but that's just for a boost of self esteem. He knows the truth. Mikey had always called him ugly, but Donnie and Leo rarely lie. Donnie called him ugly many times, Leo too, but not as often. Just a monster. Just a freak. Just another cut. Just another day of bleeding. Just another day of staring at the goddamn mirror.
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Just another day of hatred. Just another day. Just another fucking day.
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SPLINTER
Every day, he tries to remind them of their unique qualities, what makes them the most beautiful creation of themselves, but he knows they don't truly believe it.
He knows Leonardo wishes for flawlessness.
He knows Donatello wishes to be weightless.
He knows Michelangelo wishes to be feared.
He knows Raphael wishes to be handsome.
He knows they each wish to be normal. To not be monsters, freaks.