09-10-2011, 10:41 AM
Batty put the ID back in his pocket. "Believe me, sir, I mean no emotional harm. My paper has no intention of embarrassing her; we're a human interests paper and the story I intend to write, with your permission of course, is about her life. I understand your family is very distressed by this occurance, Mr. Kulikova, but I deal with stories exclusively about the human condition. That, and your daughter may have stopped a prost-tution ring, given who she froze. She's an inspriation to those who are trapped in that life and those who have escaped." He put on a saddened face. "It disturbs me and my news staff to know that there are people out there who are trying to make a profit off of your daughter's mishap. We write stories like this gratis - no pay. But if there's anything we can do to make your lives easier, we can see what we can do."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!