Writing prompt answers

Manufactured

Yes, she was pretty. But there are many different types of pretty. She wasn't like the spring time girls that drank green tea and liked to lay in fields making flower crowns. No. She wasn't like the girls that rode motorcycles across town and wore blood-red lipstick religiously. Not like them either. And she wasn't like the lazy, cute, tired girls that had rooms filled with pillows and wanted nothing more than to watch movies for hours. She wasn't like any of those types of girls.

She had a more, manufactured beauty to her, not like lots of makeup is manufactured but like a metal pole is manufactured. Her skin was flawlessly pristine, in an unnatural but pleasant sort of way. That's what everyone thought. That's what everyone saw.

But she also had laugh lines creeping up in the corners of her eyes and small, almost invisible clusters of freckles that could only be seen if you looked for them. And she had chipped fingernails from painting and crocheting and needlework. But no one knew that. They focused on her manufactured beauty and nothing more. Not how she could turn a canvas into a work of art or how if you asked she would make you a blanket.

However this is just one of those tragedy stories you hear once an forget about. And that's okay. I just thought you should know.