She stood in the dimly lit bathroom. Her face was perfectly coated in shades much tanner than her original skin tone. She looked in the mirror searching for imperfections. She took the killing thing out of her pocket, taking a deep sigh as she did. Looking at the metal and glass before her, her mind raced. I shouldn't, I can't, I won't, she thought. But she did. She held the awful thing in front of her and looked at her reflection. Her thumb hit the button and she heard the click. She did it again and again, hoping for one chance at perfection. She looked at them afterwards, scouring for the perfect angle, the perfect shadows, the perfect tone, the perfect selfie. She selected it and uploaded it to instagram, quietly sighing as she did. She was addicted to herself.
