A/N: Something I wrote very quickly. I know it's short.

Beautifully Flawed

People always told her she was beautiful. She had spent her whole life being told it, by family, friends, even complete strangers.

It never ceased to amaze her how blind they all were.

Could they not see her flaws?

She gazed at herself in the mirror and saw each one, so ugly and obvious, it tortured her.

Which was why she always wore makeup, but even then she could still see her flaws. They were the very bane of her existence, but it seemed no one else could see them.

Or at least they acted like they couldn't.

Sometimes she heard people laugh or whisper around her and she was sure she was the cause.

Then she was sure he flaws were on show and everyone around her was staring and wondering how she could show her face.

They called her beautiful, and she was.

Beautifully flawed.

A/N: Well I'm not that happy with it, but what did you think?