My skin is dead pale.

My lips are wrinkled from being constantly chapped.

I never wore makeup in my life.

My hands are always cold,

My eyes a demonic red.

My minty ponytail always a mess.

I am an A cup,

Barely a curve on my body.

I could count as a dwarf, I'm so tiny.

I dress and act modest,

Wearing girlie dresses

And concealing kimonos.

And then I'm surrounded

By beautiful women

Who were taught vanity.

But I was raised

Not to care about

How I look.

And still,

Kazuma thinks

That I'm the most beautiful woman alive.