Mirasol is ugly and she knows it.

 

Her mother, a fair-skinned Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW), doesn't seem to fully understand her. Everything was given to Mirasol—except the feeling that she was beautiful, the feeling that she belonged, and the certainty that she was loved. Between Mindanao and New York City, Mirasol grows up caught between two worlds that seems determined to tell her who she is and should be.

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