You wake up one day and see yourself in the mirror and you realize you see someone else in there. You touch your face, it's as real as the one you had before. Who will recognize you're you? Nobody, you're someone else now.
Pause for a bit and contemplate yourself now, smile and see how pretty you look now, maybe even better than before: a smooth and perfect face, it has long eyelashes with full beautiful eyebrows, amazing lips, gorgeous nose... A face that looks like a Greek sculpture, not even Michelangelo could sculpt a piece of art as graceful as the one your eyes are seeing right now.
When you go out everyone turns around amazed at the ethereal image that comes from you, it's such a sublime experience for everyone watching to have a rendezvous with the subtleness of your beauty. Even some cars start to detour from their paths and end up crashing from being distraught by the magnificence of your looks.
It might make you feel a bit bad but seeing that kind of reaction from people is surprising. You've never felt like this before and now it's as if the ugly duckling just discovered that it was actually a swan in the epitome of its perfection.
Many people start trying to get a closer look at you, some others start screaming words that make you feel nice but at the same time a little bit harassed. For now, you haven't really thought about the fact that having a new face means you won't have the same identity, and because of that, where will you go? Soon you'll be able to discover that a lot of doors get opened for pretty people without much questioning. It's like a superpower.
You do everything you want to do, it's even easier now, kind of surprising and new for you. Even then, you're not sure if it's worth the level of discomfort this new life causes you. No one ever turned her heads before in order to see you, now there's not a place where you can go and you can be sure no one will be glaring at you.
There's a silver lining to this tho, you think it's the best time to try and finally get the love of your life to love you! You call them, you set up to see each other later in a cafe so you go to get ready but it doesn't seem like you need to do a lot of things since you're already very pretty.
You go around with a big smile in your face, can't stop thinking about how your dream will come true now. On the streets, people still look at you but you barely notice since your thoughts are too far away from that. You can only think of one thing and you're in your way to meet it.
Humming a melody because you're just too happy, you enter the cafe and you sit down and wait. A lot of teas, desserts and coffees get sent to your table and some people start to flirt and talk to you but you decline all of them politely since you're already waiting for someone and you don't want be distracted. You see how they enter and go to an empty table so you go there and sit down and get interrupted by a confused face:
—I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone and they should be here any moment now— says with a gentle voice.
—I know. You are waiting for me, or maybe you got a date with someone else and you forgot about me? —
It's probably a joke, you two always goof around like that.
—I think there's a mistake? I'm not waiting for you. I don't even know you— the tone is severe, a bit harsh.
A new face, a new identity, a new life. What to do? To maintain your dignity –or that's what you think– the best thing to do is get up and leave. You go back to your house and think about what to do. It just dawned on you: you're you, but at the same time you're not. It's a bit like changing your name and having someone that doesn't know about it call out your old name. Confusing.
Thinking about explaining it feels a bit uncomfortable. Explaining a totally different face? Craziness out of proportions. You went from being in ecstasy to a big and profound feeling of void.
