“ 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
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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