She stood in front of the full length mirror and stared back at her reflection. She had a face that they claim only a mother could love, yet her own mother could not. The scars were hideous and her body did nothing to distract from it. Wide hips that no man saw perfect or even worth a second glance. A large rear end that was covered in stretch marks and dimples. Skin that was dull and dry to which men cringed at the very touch.
But maybe those imperfections could have been overlooked by someone had it not been for the scars upon her face. Scars left by a man she had been promised to, sold to, by her own mother. A man she could not love even when he had tried to force it upon her. Force himself on her.