To be a beautiful girl, might just be an issue. It is an issue. I am 23 and to make matters worse, I needed a husband. I knew that I needed to grow, marriage seemed like growth to me. I could not understand what the problem was, if I was too beautiful or not, yet I visited the mirror often and was convinced that I am beautiful. I could not think about him or place my mind to find him in the space. Another person that talked to me in a man-to-woman way was Carl, second year. We had done the relationship and also done the break up.  No one came again, I was not surprised. After all, it took long before Carl came and then, he was gone. Boom! I am a Georgian girl and I felt that I wasn’t giving up and the man would appear. I needed that physical attraction kind of love together with our restless souls yearning for each other endlessly. I needed telepathy more than the chemistry. I would squeeze myself so much in bed yet wake up the next day pretending like I am alright. School could not aid it; everyone looked at everyone but didn’t know what problems abound. My hair is often well stretched, worn straight with a centre path, my eyes glaring up and down, left to right.

Oh! I had forgotten. Thompson lived two buildings away from mine in Atlanta then and he was full of feelings for me but he was a nerd, worst still, more quiet than an introvert. I still remember his cute face although an outstanding ugly nose. He greeted through my window even more than...

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