Mint scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who?

To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again, just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes.

To someone who believes that Mint needs to be a size zero to be labeled as beautiful' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. A walking trashcan. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?