Pretty Hurts.
Especially when that is all people choose to see.
Every morning, the reflection in the mirror is a constant reminder of her desire to be free... from the fake lashes, fake hair, and fake people. Why can't pretty be defined by courage, laughter, and kindness - like her dear mother, who had a mind brighter than these lights and a heart that was captured by those around her. Her mother would be able to see the inner exhaustion from wearing a mask. She would see how her beloved daughter is hurting from being clothed with lies.
Enough is enough.
It is time to be bare.
She wants people to see that there is depth to her loving sea blue eyes; there is gentleness in her helping hands; there is strength in each tear that falls; and there is wisdom in her walk. It is time to be brave. It is time to heal.
She is more than just a pretty face.
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