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"Em." Paul texted later. "You have to see these pictures. They're amazing." "Oh." I texted back. "Let me see." Paul sent me one. It was the picture of me looking up.
Perfect complexion, Clear, smooth skin, Slim and toned, I'm going to win. Long, lengthy lashes, Manicured nails, Blood red lips, Through the rounds I sail. Shaped eyebrows, Sapphire blue eyes.
Which dress should I wear Which will make them stop and stare. Red one Black one White one Blue one. What does it matter as long as my body it flatters. Long one Short one Midi Or maxi.
@ggxbabe scaredy hair cut girl challenge Her hair was long,almost down to the floor She would be tripping over it if it grew any more She desperately needed a major haircut So why is she hoping...
(a continuation of my previous poem) I wake up in the morning, Paint on my defence, Layer upon layer Of a beautiful pretence. Because everyone knows it's not enough, To leave your face In the buff.
Childhood days were a different world for me.
She lifts a wipe to wash away The face she'd worn for the day, The plaster that smoothed over her cracks, The kohl that lines her eyes in black, The blush that picked out her contours, The stain that...
In truth I'm rather worried, I've got something on my mind, I must have - this keeps happening, Yet I feel quite blind.
Everything about her is fake. Nothing is natural. Her whole face she has to make. Her whole life is a secret. She lost herself. Something she will regret. A little brat. Looking down on others.
She looks in the mirror and asks herself every day, Is she beautiful. A joke or a comment about her image, Stains the white canvas in her mind. And then she wonders, Is she thin enough.
I looked in the mirror and sighed. No magical transformation. Still the same me. My name is Jem. I have long black hair which is constantly getting tangled, ugly green eyes and I was fat.
From now on in going to write my day to day story :) This morning I woke up from a terrible dream about the author dontest. By the time I was actually ready for school I was starving.
Hi, I'm Ashleigh. Yes. I know. Horrible name I have. Well I don't know where to start. I never thought that they would ever make a story about me but, I guess you don't really expect anything.
We trust people people too quickly. We fall the fastest and the hardest. We laugh till we cry. Our true best friend is usually an animal. But girls make the best friends.
Like most girls, I wear make-up.