Airbrushed me

ojaswinkathuria

“ I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚”-
Sylvia Plath, Mirror

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The opaque cover of her foundation caged the demons that might otherwise crawl out of her skin. Her mascara taught her eyes how to master the art of lying and a careful coat of lipstick shushed and sealed all the truths that might slip out of her lips.

She looked in the mirror and it reflected a gorgeous woman, a woman whose skin was as pale and beautiful as snow in contrast with her navy dress. Her hair, flowing gloriously down her back were strands of perfection.

The mirror reflected a woman that will be oohed! and aahed! by the society, a woman that would be considered as the epitome of beauty. She looked like…

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