Behind The Curtains
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Have you ever realised the cost of looking beautiful, desirable, presentable according to the rules that our society has set? we may have some liberations now but there was a time where it would cost your own life to look the trademark pretty and acceptable. These stories are from different times yet coming to that same point...is it really worth it? You see a pretty girl and admire her beauty but there's a lot going on behind the curtains...

Hey guys! Thank you so much for checking it out. I intend to write it in a form of satire but I don't know if I'm doing any judgement 'cause I'm a novice writer (plz bear with me...🥺🥺) You are most welcome to give me any kind of suggestions to improve this piece. If you like this, plz share, comment and VOTE!  your one sparkly star would mean the world to me!

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