The story goes like this; I am neither joking nor exaggerating. This is a picture of me which was taken at my older brother's wedding. When I arrived to the church, absolutely no one spoke to me for twenty minutes (other than my mother) because they were all jealous that I looked so damn good! My point is that, being attractive can be a burden. However, I willingly accept being hated because of it, rather than being accepted by people who enjoy hating others because of their beauty and confidence. (less info)