The only way to find peace was to pretend to disappear, to become invisible so that no one could see the ugly little black girl that she was, that she be feared. All Pecola wanted was to be considered beautiful. “If she were different, beautiful, she herself would be different…Perhaps Cholly would be different, and Mrs. Breedlove too” (46). She thought that if she were beautiful she would finally get the love and attention she craved; the love that has always been reserved for little white girls with pretty blonde hair, the kind of little girls her mother takes care of. If he had those beautiful blue eyes, it would solve everything. But it wasn't just her face that was ugly, but the girl herself. Not the actual Pecola, but the version that came out of the lips of the town gossips. To them she was nothing more than a dirty little girl, coming from a poor and dirty family. It was the ugliness of her family that made her ugly, that consumed her and ruined her. And they all accepted it, without a doubt, because they thought they deserved it. “It was as if a mysterious omniscient master had given each man a cloak to wear, and each had accepted it without question” (39). It wasn't some omniscient source that gave them the mantle, it was the people around them. She had no chance of being beautiful in other people's opinions, she was doomed the moment she was born. But she thought that having blue eyes, bluer eyes,