Stomach
Stomach:Do you feel confident in your body image?
"Which would you rather hear? The honest truth or a lie?"
The question proved to be invasive enough, and now the thoughts broke what little mental composure she had prepared for herself. Were humans ever really happy with what they appeared as? Some blamed it on a divine power, others on genetics. Who did she blame for the dark circles around her eyes, some days looking dark enough to be noticable through the little make up she did think of applying? She wouldn't place blame on Rion despite most of her nights being dedicated to keeping him away from the poison he continued to ingest, she wouldn't blame Dorothy as a deep part of her knew that it was foolish to even craft a self-aware machine and that the computer was not evil from birth, and she wouldn't blame her father despite him being the original cause of her hell. She believed that she was the reason why her appearence was the way it was.
Lilia felt that she could of done more to care for her appearence. Those six years, those sleepless nights; she could of repressed her feelings for the only person she had known to be a friend and kept her relationship purely platonic. She'd possibly look in the mirror more often, and possibly attempt to look pretty for the world. However, since her feelings weren't in check, her price was to look the way she did now.
"I guess so." A lie. "I have to love it. It's my body. No matter how much I try to change it, I still have to be Lilia Pascalle."
