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I was once envied. I was once desired. People loved me. People loved what they saw.

I was beauty. I was beauty to its last, tiniest facet. From my golden-hued locks to my perfectly peticured toes. Everything.

I had family. I had friends. I had people.

People didn't run away from me. They gazed adoringly. They saw my outer beauty.

I was popular. On my way to fame. A model.

Once…It happened-everything, my friends, my family-everything-disappeared.

Afraid.

Afraid of what they saw. Slowly but surely I was disintegrating.

I was nothing without my beauty.

I had never known.

Never known people only saw my beauty.

Sure, I had known I was pretty, I'd be a fool if I didn't. I just didn't know that's all people saw in me.

I had never known a life where people didn't, wouldn't, bend over backwards for me.

Never known why people just let me slide by.

It was my beauty.

My Blessing.

My Curse.

My Burden.

Me.

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Without my beauty, I was nothing. I dried up, holed up more like. Because people wouldn't look at me. I wallowed. I cried. I cut.

I thrived, lived, on what people thought of me. It's what made me tick.

Perhaps my ignorance, my pride, my vanity were what drove me to it. I'll never know.

When people started wondering, gazing, staring, glaring I didn't know what to do.

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Then I found myself there. Lying there. Blood seeping from my wrists. I was finally finished, finally had it

But then he found me. Lying there in an abandoned alleyway. A most unlikely person. One who I had only heard of.

Bill Weasley.

.Eldest brother of my ex. Banker extraordinaire. Head boy. And Bite victim.

He called for help and brought me to where I fell unconscious.

When I woke I saw my two oldest friends, Seamus and Parvati, plus Bill and his wife, Fleur.

Together the 4 of them helped me through that period. Of my…Life.

I refused to get rid of my scars though-cosmetically or otherwise.

With them people got to know the real me. Not my beauty.

I finally understood why Bill hadn't removed his scars. So people saw the real him.

Finally knew why his wife, Fleur, was so cut off and cold, why she didn't herself the way I did. So that people wouldn't bend over backwards for her .

They were secure with themselves and the way they were. Didn't need others approval such as I did.

Now I know.

Now I know it doesn't make the person.

Personality does.

Now I know Bill was once just like me. Too a slightly vain, gorgeous social butterfly.

But he got through it.

-from adored social butterfly, to a person who people hurry their children away from.

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Seamus and Parvati. I can't think of enough words for them. Yet none at all.

..

After they never let me out of their sights.

It was then that I knew people cared. About me.

Knew that I had closed myself off from the world.

My family, my friends were all still there.

Waiting. .

I hadn't,wouldn't , believe people still loved me.

After I renewed my contacts I got myself a job.

In the fashion industry. As a consultant.

And now I'm one of the Wiz world's leading designers. Right next to little Euan Abercrombie and Padma/Parvati.

Now I'm me. And I may not be a beauty on the outside-but on the inside-I'm a bombshell.

Now if I could just put that into detail…

A/N: Tell me if I should continue this. Review! Its my first story. Tell me how I did.