. (_occlumency) wrote in seethroughglass,

She glanced out the bus window and into the city streets beyond. And she saw them all. Every one. But she didn't see their trendy hairstyles or their perfect shoes or their fashionable clothes. She saw their lyposuction, their facelifts, their botox injections, their cabinets upon cabinets of medication. Sometimes it made her feel powerful. Sometimes it made her feel like she was committing a sin. Sometimes she just didn't care.

Nobody had ever liked her much. After all, who would want to be near someone who could point out their each and every flaw? She would have been better off pretending her way through life. But she had never liked pretending very much at all.
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