Leanne was more that just a girl, she was the most beautiful girl in school, and even more than that. She somehow knew as she changed cloths exactly what would make her look best, most regal, most attractive. She had a body that was in perfect proportion, nothing too big, nothing too small. On some girls you would notice that they had great breasts or stunning eyes and focus on those, ignoring thunder thighs or the odd mole. On Leanne everything was prefect, so nothing stood out, you would look at her and just saw wow and take a moment to take her in like a painting or a mountain top view.
She found this out as she looked through a scrapbook she had in her room entitled "modeling". In it were pictures of her, of cloths, of photo shoots, she read a review from the town paper which was reporting on the local beauty pageant she had apparently won as calling her both graceful, innocent, and passionately stunning.
But though she could see her wide green eyes in the mirror, and the way her body curved so smoothly in to such a slight and supple shape. She could see in her pictures how she looked sexy in one, wild in another, charming in all of them. She could see her Cheshire cat smile, the twinkle in her eyes, the waves of her hair around her perfect face. But she didn't feel as pretty, she didn't feel as sexy as she looked. She seemed to be those things, she had no problem with make up, with smiling at the right times, with picking out the right cloths, jewelry and knowing what to do with her hair. She seemed to always be perfect on the outside, scared on the inside. What if being pretty wasn't enough, what if she was vapid and boring? What if Jay only wanted to be with her because she looked good and what if she looked too good for him to try and be with her, what if she was out of his league? What if the only reason anyone wanted to be with her is only to be seen with a trophy wife on their arm, she was just a prize now, something to be honored with. She wanted to be more, she wanted to be smart like she was before, but was scared she didn't have it in her. She had to live this new life, had to compete in the pageants, do the shoots, and as time would go on she would feel honored to be in them and to win. She would like the attention of being so wanted, she knew this, too long had she been the freakish fat guy before, she wanted to be so loved, but now she felt she would lose what she had before.
She didn't cry, it didn't look good to cry and that alone kept her from doing it. She picked up the phone to call Jay, and try and make her beauty work for her.
