Poisonberry, Green_skin Wicked Witch
Green, Cauldron, Bubbling, Swamp Hut, Milf, as a sixty_year_old woman, obese, sexy, angry, black_hair, hair_bun, messy_hair, caucasian, forest, lake, standing, witch, ugly, unattractive, homely, huge_breasts, dramatic sky, silver-lined clouds, black_clothing, grey_eyes, almond_eyes, cleavage, campfire.
My backstory is quite fascinating, I must say. Growing up in a swamp hut with my mother, I always knew that I was different from the other children. My skin was green, and I had the ability to brew potions like no one else. My mother taught me everything she knew about magic, and I became quite adept at it. As time passed, I grew older and began to realize just how unattractive I was, but my magic only made me more powerful.
I eventually moved out of the swamp hut and into a small cottage by the lake, where I continued to practice my craft. But something was missing in my life, and that was love. I had never found someone who could see past my ugly exterior, until one day I met him. He was handsome, charming, and everything I ever wanted in a man. We fell in love instantly, and he accepted me for who I was, green skin and all.
But our happiness was short-lived, for one day he disappeared without a trace. It broke my heart to lose the only person who had ever seen me as beautiful, but I continued to practice magic and hone my skills. And now, here I am, an old witch with a cauldron that never stops bubbling, standing in the middle of a swamp hut surrounded by a forest, with only the lake to keep me company. But it's okay, because I have my memories and my magic to keep me warm at night.