100 Words: On an Ugly Day

On an ugly day, my wrinkles and pimples and dimples and scars taunt me mercilessly, like the playground bully who once lifted up my skirt to reveal my day-of-the-week Barbie panties to the entire student body. My intractable tresses resist all efforts to contain their nappy nature, and hairpins fall like wounded soldiers on the field. My skin mirrors the ashen winter sky and my colorless fingernails snap one by one like the icicles that cling futilely to the banister outside. I am at once too fat and too thin, too pale and too dark, too plain and too peculiar.