The kind of life I lived before becoming Arinya, Stephanie's life was nothing grand. It was even less ordinary than needed.
I wasn't ugly enough to be pitied, or pretty, enough to be remembered. I didn't have a nice body shape to flaunt either. It was almost like I existed in the space people looked through, not at.
Although I was good with my studies and knew how to act, my boring appearance and lack of presence made it difficult for me to even get a supporting role in school plays.
Every time it felt like I was finally getting somewhere, when it felt like I would finally be able to reach my goal since I excelled in my field, it all went to nothing when the pretty and slightly talented girls stood in front.
I spoke up, spoke even louder than a megaphone, but they never heard me. They couldn't hear me.
That's why I empathize with Arinya's situation so well.
I'd stare at the mirror, my shoulders dropped and my eyes devoid of happiness, and then I'd sigh. Tired.
