The Pretty Girl

For as long as I can remember I've been the cast out of the family. I have never been the pretty girl, always wearing slacks and my hair all messed up and tied in a ponytail. Then after years of torture and all the hurtful comments saying she will never get a boyfriend, they finally realised that I'm pretty too. I started wearing makeup and doing my hair and all the limelight was on me. Even more hurtful comments erupted and my own sister wanted to mess up my relationship! She started telling my boyfriend (now my fiancé), I like older men and that I'm only with him for his money. She tried to steal him from me. Nobody wanted me to be happy. Luckily, he stuck with me and saw through her devious plans. Until today nobody wants to see me happy.

My sister, who is now married, is still trying her luck and making hurtful comments. But I'm better than that and I'm not going to let it get me down! I'm sexy and I know it and I'm proud of it! Thanks for the great mag guys - keep up the good work!

Author: Bianca, Pretoria