Beautiful

She had been told, her whole life, that she was beautiful. It was the most important part of her.

She was given more, she was loved more, and she was held higher.

Her jokes were funnier, her laugh was sweeter, her cooking was better than anyone else's.

Everyone said it.

Golden girl, with the porcelain face.

Until it cracked.

Her face, broken by careless hands, reformed into planes that no longer pleased the eye.

Plain now.

She didn't understand why she was no longer funny. No longer good. Why her laugh was no longer compared to the ring of bells. No longer did her personality charm. 

The world hadn't prepared her, she didnt know how to be average, how to have no one hold doors or look her in the eye. The only thing different was her face. It was just a face, not anything else. She didn't understand why her life left her when her beauty did.