Title: Don't Let Me Get Me

Author: Kat!

Disclaimer: Don't own them...wish I did. Oh the possibilities.

Rating: PG-ish

Content: Angst mostly.

Character: Pick your choice. It's a Diva, but her name is up to you.

Summary: Even 'pretty people' dislike themselves sometimes.

Warnings: This is my first fic with only one character, and It's also my first (200 word) drabble. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrical inspiration: "Don't Let Me Get Me" by Pink.

I get paid to come here, night after night, and show off my body. That's my job. And judging from the decibel of the crowd's screams, Japan all the way to Jersey, it appears I'm doing my job pretty dagum well.

I have girls who look up to me, and aspire to be just like me. I also have girls who hate me because I am more beautiful than they could ever be, and I represent a level of perfection they can never achieve.

If they could only see me now.

My hair is doing everything but what I want it to do. My face is splotchy red, and I have a pimple on the tip of my nose. My cheeks are shiny, and I dare say my legs are stubble-ridden. My breath could probably kill a fully grown elephant, my sinuses are clogged and I sound like a man. With a cold.

I think I'm going to wear a bag over my head during the show tonight. Better yet, I think I'm going to take two Midol and go back to bed. There are plenty of beauty queens on the roster, the crowd won't miss one more pretty face.