I was experimenting with face cosmetics one uneventful summer afternoon.
I while into the application process I felt a slight tingling burn onto my skin.
I decided to pay this no mind. A mistake that may have cost me everything.
I continue with my makeup.

As I finish I gaze at myself admiringly in the mirror.
I took some photos for my many social media accounts and wondered how many people would agree I looked horrifyingly glamorous.
Once I was finished with my mini-photoshoot I decided my face deserved a breath of fresh air. I begun to remove the beauteous chemicals from my skin.

As I washed it away I noticed something peculiar,
my face was turgid and looked sickly discolored.
I poked and prodded around my face, carefully wiping off excess makeup as I went.
But by doing this some areas of skin peeled or flaked themselves off.

I glare at myself puzzled and unnerved in the mirror.
I’m unsure about what I should do.
I try to piece myself back together, but with no avail.
I apply all of the makeup back on, making sure each crack, tear, boil, or blemish is concealed.
I try my best to make myself look relatively normal.

As I finish I wonder why this had happened.
After a careful look through my makeup products, brushes, etc. I come to the conclusion that it’s not any of them that has caused this.
But if it wasn’t any of that, what had caused this?
At the time I didn’t care what the culprit was.
I made sure no one would ever see what layed underneath my cherished liquid lies.

The pressure to be seen as attractive is so great that we will voluntarily destroy ourselves for it.
And even though it seems worth it at the time,
It never is in the long run.
The more you customize yourself the more you will find things that are “wrong” with yourself.
And pretty soon you become more plastic than person.