Mom, I’m Pretty Now, Will You Love Me?

Summary

My parents separated, and my mother developed a nearly obsessive fervor for cosmetic surgery. She would constantly tell my sister and me that a woman's most important asset was never knowledge from books, but a beautiful face.

Unfortunately, this "asset" seemed to belong only to my sister, Clara; she was born with delicate features. As for me, the dark birthmark on my right cheek became an eternal source of pain. Because of her outstanding appearance, Clara became a well-known child model, praised wherever she went.