I sat down precariously on the edge of the stool in front of my enlarged vanity. All my make-up sat ready in front of me. Not that I needed it, of course. I was the most beautiful person in the world. Well, technically not a person, but…I glanced in the mirror. Oh! My face, my beautiful face! It was covered in warty pustules and hairy moles. My hair was ratty, thin, and tangled. I was wrinkled and shriveled beyond age, and my brittle fingers looked as if they would crack in an instant. I screamed. I looked HIDEOUS!