Her.

She stands infront of the mirror wondering why she is the way she is She turn around find herself silent and goes beyond the limits of thinking that she hears wind telling her who exactly she is . Wanting to be perfect she try to dress herself up pointing so many flaws in her own self Still unaware that her magic is something beyond the concepts of beauty , she relies on the fake world suggesting her to be a certain way is her duty . She is messed and tired but these imperfections are what make her more entitled to be desired.