Veracious words and the Framed Photograph (First Chapter)A Chapter by AnayaJ. No, dear. You made yourself perfect. "What the hell?!" Anne exclaimed loud enough for
the neighbors to hear. "You just uploaded your picture a minute ago and
you already have like, 20 likes. You rock, girl. You rock." "That's because I'm perfect." I said with a
smirk. "No, dear. You made yourself perfect." Anne
replied, envy evident in her words. "What do you mean?" "Look," she pushed me towards the mirror,
"You had blonde hair, you got them dyed. You have applied foundation and
base, and lip liner in a way that makes your lips look thicker and better
than they actually are. You wear contacts. And you’ve got a nose job. So,
honey, your 'perfection' is not real, you've just cov-" The shrill voice of a bell echoed through the cherry walls
of the enormous room, interrupting Anne. She reached forward to receive the call while I stood
there, dumbfounded by the truth behind her words. She was right, my beauty is
fake, it's artificial. "Uh oh, I got to go, Mike is here. Bye! Wish me luck
with my date!" She bid me farewell as she left for a date with her
soon-to-be boyfriend, or so it seemed. After she was gone, I went back to my
room and stood in front of the mirror of the bureau that held my cosmetics and
styling products. A girl with light blue contact lenses and mascaraed thick
lashes stared back at me. Her lids were lined thick with black eyeliner that
made her eyes look appealing. She had plush, thick lips and straight, crimson
red hair. The light shade of pink that had been used as a blush-on and perfect
contouring on her skin made her look like the epitome of absolute beauty. I
viewed my reflection carefully, examining every detail and checking for any
flaw that could be found despite the heavy, yet natural-looking maquillage. I walked over to my bedside table and pulled the knob of
the drawer, revealing the framed photograph of a sixteen-year old. She had
blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Her thin lips were curved into a smile
and her nose was a bit too large for her face. Sheer happiness was visible in
her eyes as she beamed at me, showing her braces. Despite being prettier than
my old self, I wasn't happy with what I had done to myself. A wave of emotions
passed through me as I stared at the photograph. It was a secret that had to be
hidden, a confidential object that no one should know about. It had the power
to snatch the pride and reputation I had worked so hard on building; the pride
and reputation for which I messed up with my natural features. It took me back a year, where all the insecurities and
insults coupled up and attacked me. That was the time I decided to change
myself, the segment of my life where I spent thousands of dollars just to get
rid of their insults. Though I became popular really quick when I shifted to
another school in a foreign city permanently with my new and fake appearance, I
still missed the time when I had been the type of not caring about what others thought about me. But
when insults were thrown my way every day, they eventually broke the shield I
had used to protect myself and made me vulnerable to every petty comment made
on or about me like stones and pebbles being thrown towards an object
manufactured of delicate glass. © 2016 AnayaJ.Author's Note
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