Her outside reflected nothing. Simply what people saw they judged; so therefore, she was a monster. Ridiculed, but left to herself. Which was what she wanted right? After all, what was the good of companions if sooner or later you'd all go your separate ways anyway? It would just create more sorrow in her life; something she had enough of (about two gallons extra in fact).
How then, was it possible that she saw her; the one with the perfect hair, perfect friends, perfect life. Had the world finally turned upside down to reveal its nasty little underbelly where some sort of opposite effect prayed on the poor "normal" individuals who were disrespectful of change? Of sympathy?
She scoffed at the thought that somehow the God or Goddess or Whatsits above had shown her mercy in any way, shape or form. They already screwed up, those commanders in the sky. What difference did their pity make now? After what they had done to her, how they had cursed her… dreadfully cursed her. And yet, acceptance was such an easy addiction.
"Oh Elphaba! We really must go shopping! Your clothes clash like a car crash."
"Galinda. My skin is green. I clash with EVERYTHING."