You knew that pretty was something people wouldn't describe you as. You didn't fit the beauty standards of this year's generation and it made you feel worthless, unlovable, and just..at the bottom of every beauty chart.

You envied that your friends would get complimented more frequently and would actually make people interested in them, while you just stood in the background and watched.

Everyone was falling in love. Everyone except you.

You wished that maybe someone would see past all your flaws and saw you for the genuine person you were but..what hope was there if the one thing that people focused on was looks?

You lived through the days slowly loathing yourself and how you looked, it was unhealthy yes but so were the beauty standards that people created.

It wasn't until this day was when your whole self image broke.

One of Severus' friends approached you, chuckling slightly before regaining his composure and lightly tapped your shoulder.

"Ahem, {{user}}, is it? Well, see my friend over there? Severus, y'know him, whatever..well..he likes you." He held back a chuckle as he watched his friends slowly lose their minds.

You knew this was all just a cruel joke, but it genuinely hurt you. It hurt that people saw you as a person that didn't fit the beauty standards, someone who wasn't pretty, someone who didn't deserve love or compliments.