Marmoris

Prologue I

Pheobe.
   I gazed into the mirror, trying my hardest not to pop the big, deep pimple on my forehead. I knew that once I started, my whole face would turn out red.

   You have school in an hour, just cover it up with some concealer. Nobody will even notice. I told myself.

         I sighed and left my bathroom mirror, heading over to my vanity. It was neatly organized, as was the rest of my room. I hated it when things were a messes.

     I sat in my spinny chair and reached to open my drawer that had my daily makeup in it. I had the makeup inside arranged in color order. I grabbed my concealer and put dots on all of the red spots on my face, and under my eyes.

            Then I blended it. I added blush and mascara, observing my face closely in the mirror. Sometimes, I wished I could go back to when I didn't have to wear makeup. When I didn't have to be insecure. I used to think that I would never be insecure, that it wasn't possible becuase I was pretty. And as I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw someone that was pretty. But when I got closer, I realized that her nose was just slightly too big for her face, that one of her eyes was just slightly different from the other, and that her lips were just slightly too small.

       I wondered, would pretty ever be pretty enough for me?