Satire About Makeup

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I woke up at 5:20 an hour early just to do my makeup. Looks pretty and very good. But what is the definition of pretty? All I know is I’m not the definition of it. I wore all white today, I know a bold decision for a woman. My best friend told me I looked pretty, but was I pretty? I only ever feel pretty with makeup on. Only for the makeup. It hurts. But I don’t know how to feel without it. I insult myself. Mirror. The. Body. The. Face. Everything. The. All because a few people put me down, I view myself unhuman-like. I remember when I felt pretty. No makeup. Pretty body. Pretty face. But now. Nothing. No. No. No. No. Anxiety is a new thing for me. I don’t know how to be alone. I shake. I tune in to the show. I don’t like to be touched anymore. No …show more content…
It hurts. but. Oh well, that's a good idea. Right? That is a good idea. My phone is my escape. It’s a lot of fun. School is my escape from home. But. Home is my escape from school. So do I really have an escape? The scars on my body from that day. My knees are on my knees. My calf’s. I wrecked the bike. But it felt good to me. It didn’t hurt a lot. I was happy to be there. It was 4 pm. It was cold. My best friend. Her boyfriend. We walk from school to town to get food. As we walk around Safeway, we find what we want. Then we get McDonald’s. Then I nag them to hurry up so we don’t miss the homecoming football game. We safely walked back to school. We made it just in time for the game. It’s a cold, windy night. At the end of the night, we had fun. At least I think so. Homecoming. They left. What about the adage? I’m not alone in this. Alone with someone I don’t know. I can’t speak up for you. My ankle. Heels. I can’t walk in the park. My friends won’t help me. Go home. The next morning all I could think of was, did I have fun? I say I did it. But did I really get it? Yes. I am a naysayer. No. Maybe. I will be able to. I don’t think I’ll ever really figure it out. But there’s always next