Just a quick glance in the mirror before I go, she says.
She runs to the bathroom.
Yikes, nags insecurity. Look at that blemish, it continues. He will be so focused on that that there is no way he will listen to you.
She pulls out more makeup.
Gross, screams doubt. Who told you that that dress would be a good idea? It exclaims. Cover up. No one wants to see that.
Her eyes drift to her closet.
No way, expresses societal standards. You’re bringing a bikini with a waist like that? It says, exasperated. Hit the gym or don’t even think about going swimming.
Her toes inch for the scale.
When did pimples become points
Dresses become deal breakers
When did bodies become contestants and
society the judge
When did beauty become defined as Botox and barbie dolls
All have one thing in common:
By: Amelia Faith Pratt