Heather tells the story of herself from before Total Drama to now. She thinks back of her fifteen-year-old self. She has long, black hair and is wearing black sunglasses. She has an army green crop top on with yellow stars on her shoulders and blue jeans. As voiceover Heather tells the story, fifteen-year-old Heather is surrounded by five teens admiring her.
"When I was fifteen, other fifteen year olds had every reason to be completely obsessed with me. I was pretty. Gorgeous, even."
Fifteen-year-old Heather has her hair blowing through a wind, without a care in the world.
"I had the hair of some beautiful Asian fantasy goddess."
The five teens from the silhouette are now shown viewing fifteen-year-old Heather, though she's not in the shot. There are two boys and three girls. The girls are smiling at her, and the boys are wow-ing at her.
"Every teenager in a ten-mile radius had every reason to grovel at my feet for attention."
The same five teens are now shown looking directly at fifteen-year-old Heather, but disappointed. Heather is not in the shot.
"They didn't, though. Not even close."
There's a family photo shown with Heather when she was fifteen and her mother, except Heather is shown from the shoulders up and her mother is shown from her waist to her neck. In the first photo she is smiling with no teeth showing, but in a second shot her mother is holding onto her cheeks to force Heather to smile with her pearly-white, perfect teeth.
"The expensive clothes, the perfect teeth."
She thinks about all the mean things that were said about Heather throughout her teenage years, such as people calling her a bitch, a skank, stuck-up, full of herself, gross, and saying nobody can bear her. This cycle went on for all of her teenage years.
"It all seemed to have no effect on my peers. I got the ugly girl treatment without actually being ugly."
Fifteen year old Heather is looking at herself in the mirror, her hair thrown over her shoulder. She looks at herself in her crop top and looks insecure and embarrassed. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are crossed.
"Which left me without the privilege of thinking that I was being judged on superficial outsides. That couldn't be what was driving people away from me, which left me with only one possible possibility…"
There is a mirrored image of fifteen-year-old Heather looking at herself, reaching out.
"Not my looks or presentation, but me."
Fifteen-year-old Heather claws at her face in frustration, producing claw marks on her cheeks.
"But there's a thing about fifteen-year-old girls and the word 'me'. They have absolutely no idea what it means."