Each tag ranged at a different price, different coverage, different shades. Yet none could cover the insecurities that coursed through my vains and into the beating disaster I called a heart. I filled ugly with the form of bottles and brushes and applied a little bit of beautiful to my face each and everyday. I learned how to cover up my flaws at the age of thirteen, when a boy told me I was ugly. I laughed it off and replied with and what are you . But the real question is, what am I?. I am a labelled bottle topped with mascara and gloss, I am an insecure person because a boy who had not known any difference to the effects of his words due to his age made a comment on the look of my skin, the skin that cloths me and then I cloth it again with a priced form of what I call beautiful. And yet, now, I do not cover my face in all these brands to make boys not look and call me ugly, but so that when I look in the mirror, and I dont see those blemishes, that I can call my self beautiful. I can manage to look a few seconds longer with wanting the world to cast me away and make me decent. To make me flawless. A friend once told me that I did not need all the makeup that I keep in a box, a box that has become almost a part of my soul, but I shrugged her off, I shurrged her off and batted my long thick eyelashes, and gave her a red glossy smile and cheap words of how I liked all my makeup. But truth is I hate it, I hate having to cover who I am just so that I can feel beautiful, I hate having to wake up early just so that I have enough time to replace and put on a whole new face. I hate having to wake up to someone I wont be an hour later. I hate society for making me feel, that if I didnt buy thick bottles of mascara, or full coverage foundation, then I wouldn't be deemed beautiful by society. I am a human being, with feeling, and pimples, and red cheecks, and most of all I have feeling, wether they are shitty or amazing. I am all of these but I am not store bought, not like my store bought beauty.
