I once knew a girl with skin that glowed like the gold of a sunset. When she walked past you, she gave off an air of self-confidence that made every fiber of your being want to be like her.
But what you saw wasn’t who she was. She was beautiful to behold but bitter to bite into. If you stopped to really look, you’d notice her beauty was a facade.
The girl had layers of darkness that she was so ashamed of that she hid them away where you’d never look unless peeled back the layers of her life.
Blossoming Beautifully 
Great use of the prompt!
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A fantastic take on the prompt! Reminds me of Shrek, too.
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Nice comparison of the girl to the golden onion.
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