White light illuminates her face as she peers at herself in the bathroom mirror. She tilts her head down a little bit staring at the shadows that appear. Showing her strong facial structure the hollowness of her cheeks. She sighs looking away.
Her eyes come to rest on a discarded glossy fashion magazine lying face up on the cool tiles of the floor. The model on the cover is eerily flawless, no pores; way too perfect. Her stunning eyes captivate the viewer and hold them in her icy blue gaze.
The girl finally looks away and back into the mirror. She's greeted with the same eyes as the model, looking back at her. Although there is a rawness about her face. Visible pores dot her nose and her face seems less chiseled, nose how it looks every single day when she first wakes up. It really is hard to tell that these are the same face, the same girl even.
But they are. And she wonders then how many little girls will see her in the unreality of a fashion shoot, visions clouded by makeup artists work, and editing and think they are seeing the truth. Think that they are seeing what is possible to aspire to. Classically conditioned to see images as realistic. How may will see the picture and ask themselves: "am I pretty enough yet?"
Even she wonders this.
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