Beau•ty: A combination of qualities such as shape color or form that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially sight.
Are we sure that it's possible to define beauty? There are so many standards, and images of beauty that it's impossible to count. Yet the dictionary can define such a unexplainable word. What if we don't like this definition? Beauty can mean so much more.
"Violet Young?" A well dressed man sitting in a chair in between two stunning women asks.
"Yes, that's me" I nod.
"It says on this paper that you're only sixteen is that right?"
"Yes sir, I um-"
"Ok you don't have any parent approval signature, and you don't have an adult with you." The woman to his right speaks up. She has the most detailed ocean blue eyes, and long wavy brown hair.
"I don't have parents, I live alone"
"You don't have any guardians?" The woman to his left asks. Her perfectly structured facial features leave me in awe.
"My brother is eighteen"
"That's fine use him. Now let's see what we have here" The man continues as he gives the woman my portfolio.
"If we see what we like you'll have to hand in the consent form signed by your brother tomorrow morning" He adds.
I nod slightly as they start writing notes on their notepads.
"Are you currently wearing any makeup?" The woman to his right asks.
"No"
"Well would you mind changing into this?" The woman to his left reveals a two piece.
"Sure, yeah where do I change?"
"Oh honey you change right where you are" The man chuckles "Don't worry we don't mind. I'm gay. I mean if you mind then-"
"No, no I'll change" This is what I have to do.
I undress myself quickly, and start putting the two piece on. As soon as I'm finished I look at them trying to figure out what they're thinking. Nothing. I can't tell what they thought of my body.
"Well you look mature for a sixteen year old. You don't have too much junk in the trunk. A few stretch marks, but we can edit that." The man begins. Suddenly I feel extremely self conscious.
"You have a outline of a six pack which is good. You have slim thighs, but we're going to have to make you work out a little more to get a perfect toned body." The woman to his right adds. I'm not fit enough. I have to start working out more. Noted.
"You have a radiant smile, and natural contour. Almost everything we're looking for. We do need to make you a bit more tan. You have to work on that. We don't want to edit a lot. If you're going to do this you need to go on interviews as our new model, and go on runways. You have to look like you look in the pictures" The woman to his left states.
"We'll talk as soon as you get your brother to sign. Get dressed again, and then you're done" The man finishes.
Again I take off what I'm wearing, and change back into my regular clothes.
"Thank you" I say giving the two piece back, and walking towards the exit with the form I have to bring back.
Once I push the heavy, stunning glass doors my skin grows warm from the welcoming sun making contact with my body.
I start walking down the wonderful streets of Manhattan. The only place I will call my real home.
