we  were still in love with ourselves then .we felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness. Jealousy we understood and though natural- a desire to have what somebody else had. but envy was strange, new feeling for us .And all the time we knew that intense hatred. the thing to fear was the thing made her beautiful, and not us.  fear can be use as positive way to  motivator us through pressure,