So many flaws.
Mabel stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She wanted to barf. She hated everything about herself. Ugly, matted and untrimmed hair, braces to fix her teeth,a ridiculous sweater, the list went on. She hated how no one loved her, envy burned inside, of girls that were beautiful, the girls that guys fought over. She didn't want to feel so lonely, but she couldn't help it. If she saw a couple, her jealousy would peak again. Maybe it was just a phase, maybe it would just pass. But never before in her life had she wanted to love and be loved this badly. Her boy crazy phase was long gone, this one had replaced it. She no longer drooled over a random boy, but was starting to understand real love. Now, she just wanted to feel it.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she scolded herself and looked up to blink the rest away.
A knock on the door almost made her heart stop. It paused all her thoughts, chased them away.
"Yes?" She tried to talk normal, not let the lump in her throat from crying get in the way.
"You okay Mabel?"
She realized it was Dipper.
"AHEM, y-yeah, I'm fine." She straightened herself up, unlocked the door and came face to face with her brother. He looked concerned. "Mabel,I heard sniffling... were you...crying?"
She vigorously shook her head. "What? No, why would I be crying?"
He gave her smug look, one that said "oh yeah?" He wiped his index finger down her cheek. "Then why is there a tear trail on your face?"
She looked down.
"Mabel? What's wrong? Something bothering you?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"There's nothing wrong?"
Her lip quivered, her eyes watered. She couldn't keep it all bottled up, all this was too much for the mind of one person.
"Fine! There is something wrong. Lately I feel so lonely, and I keep getting jealous of couples. I'm not boy crazed anymore, but, but,I feel so lovey dovey! I hate how I'm alone,I feel like I've waited so long for someone to love me, but is it because I'm ugly? Is it my personality? Why me?!"
She burst into tears, leaned her back against the wall and slowly slid down it to sit on the floor, her hands covering her face.
Dipper sat next to her, gave her a hug. "Mabel, you're perfect. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. I love you. You'll always have me Mabel."
He kissed her cheek, and she looked up at him. "Of course you love me, Dipper, you're family. I'm talking about the other kind."
"I know. I've felt the same way lately. I just want to love somebody. I want to get butterflies because I'm around them, I want to stutter when I try to talk to them. I wanna be in love. And now, I am."
He cupped her face in his hands, kissed her sweetly on her lips.
"Someone does love you Mabel. You're not alone."