I stare at my own reflection in the mirror, as tears form in my eyes. My appearance disgusts me. It has always disgusted me, but that never stopped me looking. I like to fantasize about the perfect face. The other girls at work think I'm mad. They tell me that I am beautiful, that it is all in my head. Their words are just pity!

Fresh tears fall from my eyes, as I grab the scissors from the sink, and mindlessly snap them in my hands. All the while never moving my gaze from the hideous reflection looking back at me from the mirror. The hate I feel looking at myself fuels me. It fuels me with the will to do what must be done.

Yet I still hesitate. I'm not going to lie, I am terrified. But if I don't do it tonight, then tomorrow I'm going to kill myself. This is my last chance at actually creating a life worth living!

I slowly raise the scissors to my lips, and hold them so my upper lip is between both blades. I reluctantly close the scissors, and I feel the sharp edges biting. SNIP! my upper lip falls into the sink. The blood leaves a metallic taste on my tongue. And the pain is excruciating.

The bloodstained scissors tremble in my hand, as I am overwhelmed by adrenaline. I raise the scissors up to my lower lip, and without hesitation, SNIP! my bottom lip falls into the sink, as blood is pooling from my mouth. I reach for the sink to keep my balance, as my head begins to spin.

It's hard to keep the scissors still, I hold the blades close to my left cheek, I steady my hand as best as I can. SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! After three excruciating tries, I peel the cheek from my bloodstained face. I take a deep breath, and proceed to cut my right cheek off, this time only requiring two snips from the now completely red scissors.

I closely examine my progress in the mirror, and straight away I see improvement. But I'm still not happy. Much more work to be done!

My state of mind becomes a daze, and I begin working on autopilot, as I remove my nose and eyelids, SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!

I don't feel so goo—

My eyes open, and I am laying in a pool of blood on the cold floor. I barely have any strength. I grab the sink, and pull myself up, as my head continues to spin.

I focus my eyes as best as I can through the spinning, and look at my reflection in the mirror…

And for the first time in my life, I feel like a supermodel. It's like I have been reborn! The red complexion of my flesh really brings out my lidless eyes perfectly…

So remember, if you find yourself unhappy everyday, grab your scissors and cut away…

After all, beauty is pain!