Her reflection stares back
So plain, so ordinary, average
Dark circles under her eyes
Begging for concealer
Fingers reach for the tube
Of her M.A.C foundation
Or maybe it’s from Sephora
A collection of brushes
To pick from
A bit more bronzer
Her skin seems so damn pale
And then there’s the pencil
Freshly sharpened eyeliner
Glides carefully along her lids
Does today feel like a cat-eye day?
Or maybe a double winged eye
It doesn’t matter
A few seconds to make the false lashes
Set in place and perfect
Years of practice make it all easy
And as she steps back
She thinks
“There, I’m pretty,
Nobody makes fun of me anymore
And I can keep it that way”.