Immortal beauty

“Why would anyone seriously want me? It almost feels like they only show me interest to make a fool of me or embarrass the hell out of me, like some practical joke. I almost imagine myself reciprocating one of their feelings, them jumping out and laughing, "the jokes on you, HA HA, like I’ll ever want to.” I say the last bit in an extremely mocking way. She laughs.

“Do you seriously see yourself? I mean really, I mean you are by far the most beautiful mortal or immortal I’ve ever seen. There should be no doubt in your mind, I can’t believe you doubt yourself, if anything you should be overly confident, I mean have you not seen the way guys behave around you?”

I slowly wipe away the tears that are starting to fall. No one understands the doubts I have within myself, the hatred I feel every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I know my every flaw, how do I explain this to someone else.

“Thank you for being so sweet, and trying to spare my feelings, I mean look at you, you are perfect, your skin is clear, flawless, your complexion is without blemish, you have legs to kill for, and a face that is beyond beautiful, I know you’re just trying to boost my confidence but being surrounded by all the other immortals doesn't do much to improve my self esteem issues.” I say on a lighter note, hoping to go off the topic.