My Face....

My face . I had always been complimented o how pretty I was my whole life. Brown soulful eyes, a warm engaging smile. My parents and family always referred to me as the pretty one...

It is a good thing I was so drugged and could hardly see, nor did I care what I looked like now.

It was like my face had been stretched out , a little ghoulish. People were too kind to comment.

I had palsy on the left side, my eye would not close anymore, the Mrs. American Contest was not going to come calling this year.

It wouldn't be til much later that I would feel sad about that.

But, when I was aware later on, I am thankful that it didn't happen until I was older and wiser.

It's true what they say about beauty. Beauty is only skin deep. I was just happy to be alive.