Summery: You tell yourself you're pretty because it makes everything okay. Tawni centric Oneshot. R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. There short, simple and to the point what more could you ask for.

Tell yourself you're Pretty

By

Victoria's Twisted Angel

You tell yourself that you're pretty because you think it's the only thing you've got. You say it because every time you do it makes every thing in your secretly messed up life okay.

It helps you not to think about the fact that your father walked out on you when you were 8 months old. It hurts to think that he didn't want you and that no one was ever there to cal you princess or put the band aids on your knees.

For a while it helps you forget that all your mother seems to care about is your acting career, that you can't call her Mom when she is being your agent and she never stops being your agent does she? Not even on your birthday.

The first time you found out you were pretty was when you were rejected for the role of Portlyn on a new tween Drama now known as Mackenzie Falls. Your mother was angry at you for losing to some dark haired idiot and the only thing that she said to you that whole week was, "Tawni, you are so lucky you're pretty."

After that you never could take any insults about the way you looked. The fact that you wore a bald cap after you read Shorona's blog proves that. When James broke up with you it also brought you down, so down you wore pants you'd swore you would never wear in your life. After all what is Tawni Hart without beauty and fashion?

You told yourself you're pretty more frequently when that happy go lucky mid-western girl, Sonny Monroe showed up. In the back of your mind there was always a thought that she could be prettier and more talented than you. You hate yourself when you start to realize that she is the closest thing to a friend who have ever had because in Hollywood you never can tell who your real friends are.

When Sonny's best friend, Lucy comes along you are immediately jealous because you have never had one. You immediately try to steal her away because if she's Sonny's best friend maybe she could be yours too even if she was a complete dork. Even though you laughed at Sonny's 'fungenda' you wish you could join in.

You constantly wear a mask only ever taking it off when you're alone in the small hours of the night in your frumpiest pajamas, crying into your old tattered comforter. This is a side of you that no one will ever see, the side that shows you are not a conceited stuck up diva but you cover it up everyday.

You tell yourself you're pretty because it makes everything okay.

So that was my first SWAC fic and also my first fic written in that point of view, hope you liked it. Constructive criticism is appreciated and as always reviews make my day so tell me what you think.

In the words of CDC and Sonny Monroe:

"Peace out suckas"

Victoria