Freestyle # 13
Looking into the cool, silver surface of her reflection she can see nothing but hatred in her hazel green eyes. She hates her skin, never smooth and soft as she wants it to be, open pores which never seem to get clean and create that seamless complexion she sees on everyone she wants to be. Her hair is broken, damaged. She takes as best care of it as she can yet can never get it to be sleek and shiny, smooth and straight. It seems too thick to manage and unruly in its ways. It hasn’t been its natural colour since she was maybe 13 years old. The dull, grey-brown it was could never satisfy her taste. It wasn’t bright enough, not the vibrant red she always wanted. Her lips she thought, were not full like she wished they were, and her chin has a dimple, one which she could do well without. She didn't like how her face was so round, and how her hairline was not quite a widow's peak, or the mole she has on her chin. She didn't like anything about herself... and yet, with all these flaws, she still has a boyfriend, no, a fiance, that likes her reflection, and helps teach her to like it as well.
posted by Kasey @ 12/07/2005 11:43:00 AM
1 Comments:
I like this description--as I always say, bad news sells, and the writer's description of this person's dislike of this and that is very carefully rendered.
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