Mia sat in the living room, the blinds down, the TV on mute. She watched pictures of her face flash on the screen. Intermingled with those were pictures of a young man she had known years ago. A man she never thought she would see again.
She couldn't bare to listen to what they were saying. She knew it would be nice and sweet, but there would be that mocking hint of pride. They had knocked the once popular model down off her high horse. They had exposed her for what she really was.
What was she? She was a woman. There was no doubt about that. Even before the surgery she had always known she was ment to be a woman. Her body hadn't matched her mind, her heart. She had never felt right until the day she admited who she really was.
She was Mia Ramirez. Mikel was just some show she put on to make her family, her friends happy. She had never been Mikel. He was the fake. Not her, not what she was now.
"Screw them." She turned off the TV and stood up, stretching.
She had two options now. She could lock herself away and cry in shame, or she could take pride in the woman she was and face the public.
She walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her hair had been growing back. It wasn't as thick as it use to be, but her scalp was now completely covered. The doctors had stopped the radiation and kemo. They said she was doing better. She was just glad she was starting to get her appetite back.
The buzzed look was in. Hell, androgeny was in. She would work with what she had.
What she couldn't work with was the pale complexion and giant bags under her eyes.
"Mia, you have one thing to do. You have to go out tomorrow and clean yourself up. No one wants to see a depressed looking model standing up on stage like Elliot Spitzer. I did nothing wrong." She smiled. Just saying those words out loud made her feel stronger.
And she had to admit, she was one hot woman.
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