"It doesn't matter what someone looks like."
"Of course it does. But you clearly don't go by that rule, or you wouldn't look like…that." Alexia snickered, looking at her annoying cronies, who were smiling as well.
Topanga bit the inside of her mouth, irritated at the girls' shallowness.
It didn't matter what a person looked like. Why couldn't anyone understand that? Sure, having good looks helped, but it could only get you so far.
In the end, being kind, having smarts, and knowing when to be firm and stand your ground was more important than the clothes you wore and the length of your hair.
"Whatever. Think what you want. I know I'm beautiful." Topanga stated, referring to her personality rather than her looks.
Alexia bit her lip. "Topanga, I have some upsetting news…Everyone hates you. They take one look at you, and they start to gag. You're repulsive, Topanga. You're ugly, and fat, and worthless. The only reason Cory is going out with you is because in the seventh grade Shawn bet him that he could only date you for a week, and each week you continued to date, he would give him twenty bucks. Honestly, if I was him, I would screw the money and get as far away from you as I could get. I wonder how he keeps the act up. It must be nearly impossible, considering-"
"Shut up! Just shut up! That's not true! I know it, and you know it, too. Cory loves me, and I love him. So, please, shut up!"
Alexia smiled at Topanga's outburst. "I'll shut up. Totally. But you can't hide from the truth forever, Topanga."