Beauty had always been her main feature. Linda had never been the brightest child, she always passed her exams, but with plain Cs most of the time. She wasn't funny either, she was nice, she was sweet, but she didn't have an outstanding personality. However, her looks were outstanding. She had white porcelain skin, long brown hair, that flowed silkily down her back. Her most prominent trait were her eyes. They were the color of the ocean on a calm day, neither blue or green, but both. She was a beautiful child and she blossomed into an extremely beautiful woman soon enough. When she was fourteen she was already taller than her father, naturally thin, and with a body many older women would have desired.
When she was approached by a modeling agent at the mall, no one was surprised by it. Her parents encouraged her to pursue the career, and she entered into a spiral where everyone told her how beautiful she was. At first she loved it, she was a teenager after all, and being able to wear all those clothes, make-up, and shoes, it was a dream come true. After some years, however, she started to feel ignored, no one cared how did she feel, they only cared about how did she look. She was only a doll for grown-ups, and she hated herself for having become one.
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