Reflecting Betty
Fiction Friday
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5 min readDec 25, 2020
When Betty looked at her own face she couldn’t see past her dangling wattles. They were just terrible — ghastly — an unsightly way for cheeks to be. No man wanted a girl with great sagging cheeks that jounce when she walks.
She also felt her brown eyes, which sometimes seemed to border on orange if she were being honest, were too big relative to the rest of her face. She had given it…
