Sierra brushed the loose strands down onto her scalp.
The final touch of spray. Just a little more mousse.
Please hold.
She stepped back and observed what she saw. Breaking down each imperfection and scavenging through her makeup bag in search for something to fix it.
No matter how much concealer or foundation she applied, nothing could mask the reality underneath.
She smeared thick layers upon past layers of the cream.
Finally, half-satisfied she stepped away.
"Sierra! I'm leaving now. Hurry up and get down here..."
Sigh
She took one last glance at the bathroom mirror. She hardly recognized the person there. It was as if she was staring at someone else's face. Someone she had never met before.
That was the way she wanted it though. That was the way it must stay.
She knew, that if anyone saw who she truly was they would shun her more than they already did.
YOU ARE READING
It WAS all pretend.
General FictionSierra is never happy with the way she looks. She thinks that just covering up her 'imperfections' will make others accept her. Love her. Only when she gives up and drops all her guise does she realize that a true friend will love her no matter wha...
