i wanted to say hi, but you're over there and I'm stuck over here.

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'mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?'

the ones who wore makeup, who wore layers and layers of lipgloss, who wore short skirts, who wore shirts that looked like bras when their moms weren't looking, who wore high heels that crushed every peasant under the sole.

so she cut her knee-length skirts, she cut her long shirts to way above a midriff, and she stole the makeup that took her mother years to buy.

she took her highest heels and tried not to break her neck while walking two feet to her bedroom door.

she wasn't so modest anymore.