The main character is named Roxy, and I knew after reading two sentences she was based on me. No, I don’t think it’s a compliment.
The second paragraph starts with your narrator asking a question. To who? Themselves? The audience? I hate that. Hate it. It makes the whole story seem insecure. But I kept reading. Because you are trying and want to encourage you.
The rest of the chapter is just Roxy feeling alone. Until she meets a man who allows her to bloom into the woman she was supposed to be.
Fuck you and your fucking ego, asshole.