• Look through the mirror this moring, what do I see? I see my naked face. Eyes fixed on my skin, seeing what tnature truly gave me. Stunning, beautiful, perfect, unique every word spells and yet, I am not so. The touch of cold againts my bare skin makes me shiver and this how every morning becomes a dull, endless routine. Who is the girl I'm looking at? Her face, pale as a ghost, greets me in sudden anticipation, and I know, I dont wanna be her.

    The drawer is close, didn't have to move much to feel it and dragged it open. Wide, deep, profound, the pink bag is the only light spot in a forest of shadowy past, the bag greets me as my only friend. I wonder, who doesn't own one? Everyday, so far, I dare to take a pink bag and opened it wide, letting its contents to run out as mere running water, spilling the colors along the tile. The noise, so familiar, makes me feel at ease, finally another day came and with it finally the last lie came. I promised, I promised to you this is the last day but cycle is never ending. Once you open it, its harder and harder to stop. Now, let's apply the makeup of my life.

    First, took the foundation-- Sweet, creamy liquid, brownish as my skin, shiny as my flaws, please erase all mistakes past. Cover gently all my imperfections, make me see what I ougth to see and show only the intended perfection they so call to own. Flawless, closer to goddess, foundation is the base of my own resignation.

    Next, took the blush. Accentuates the best features and gives the illusion of natural feminism. Illusion, hope and glee are the mirage of what they, the people, think is the perfect naked beauty. I brush and brush, cover any little mistake the foundation forgot...accentuating the intended, forgotten beauty of my life.


    Time for the eye makeup. I like eye makeup because it varies. You can change the color and make your eyes match your mood. Today -like almost all the time- I'm wearing my blue shirt out, I love blue as much as I like feeling the blue. Its quick and shows the true colors of my day. Subtle as air, no one really cares to see the color showing in my face.


    And finally, the last touch of the day... Took the gloss out.This is it, today I'm going to shine! Give me fake bright, cover my soul behind a mask that its not my own, fake a glow that would let me shine, glow that would morph into bright, making others blind, casting a spell; the spell of imaginary beauty. See what I want you not see, ignore what I want you to see.

    I apply my make up each day, every day, every time and little by little the real reflection becames the ghost of what I once was--that girl with not make up in her face.