1 February 2013
The soft, airbrushed skin. The bleached, straightened, blowdried hair. The heavy lipstick smeared on. The foundation caked in layers, The blush too pink Eyeshadow too dark, Photoshopped body, uneven in portions A starving image of perfection The dull, dead look in her eyes. The mess of substance abuse she has become The tears she cries when the scale goes up. The dingey apartment she can barely afford The piss-poor wages she gets for stripping down to her bare undies. The breakdowns she has that no one hears The sleazy guys that hit on her everyday. The battle she's lost.
The image of perfection.
Beauty • Opuss № I