When i was young, in kindergarten, a girl called me ugly. i didn't understand, i was so sad. i then thought of something my older cousin would often say,

"You are what you eat"

on my way home that day, i ate a flower. i did it because i thought the flower was pretty and i wanted to be pretty as well.

i got a bad stomach ache and a high fever. the next day at the supermarket, an elderly woman said i was pretty. i got exited because i thought it worked. the day after that, i was walking to school and decided to eat 5 flowers.

i passed out during class and had to go to the hospital. the doctor called me cute. and everyday, despite getting ill, i ate a flower. i knew it was bad for me and would hurt me. but i didn't care.

thats where my problem started