An alien trying to fit in the Human society but is being ostracized by the society
They had done the research. Had devoured the imported magazines, taken measurements and done mathematical calculations of the images plastered all over the pages.
They had catalogued the adjectives used to describe the so-called beautiful humans. Compiled lists of positive accolades, averaged out stellar mentions and categorized the humans in the magazines from most-loved to least.
"If I am beautiful enough, then they will accept me. I will assimilate well and can make a new life."
Because they thought that if they could make themselves beautiful enough by human standards, they could be loved.
They'd shifted their overskin. Hidden their extra set of compound eyes and laid their purple poison spines flat against their uncomfortably curved spine.
All for the sake of a new life.
They hadn't taken into account that where beauty exists, there is jealousy. There is admiration, but it's crossed with brambles envy.
Love can be false and favors are done with carnal payment in mind.
At least if they'd made themselves ugly, they would known when they'd been ostracized by society.
Instead, it's a game of sad intrigue. New friendships proven false by gossip permeating their new life like a choking miasma.
And the sad little beautiful alien that had caused itself pain to be pretty becomes jaded.
They look at themselves in the mirror. Foreign, strange. Beautiful on earth and hideous back home.
They smile, their pearly dull teeth aching ever since they'd filed them down to perfectly straight rows.
"I hate this." They whisper, but bitterness is all they can taste and revenge seems tempting.
They'll play the game. They use their looks to curry favors, to break hearts, and mock those who had hurt them.
But they still feel empty and alone. Ostracized for beauty instead.
