She wets her cotton round in micellar water and rubs it across her face. As she wipes her makeup off, she also takes her insecurities and battered self-esteem with it. She pumps a small amount of cleanser in her palm and gently rubs her hands together to create a lather. Then she rubs the gel on her face, gathering up the rest of the day’s grime: the constant anxiety of being late and messing up, the pressure to be perfect, the self-hate from not having the right body shape or clothes. She roughly rubs her face gathering all of that up and splashes her face with cold water, and watches it all go down the drain.
With the fall chapter of her 2017 coming to an end, she decided to take the time to acknowledge the things that inspired her during those three months…
If her experiment goes according to plan, then she will have solved one of Life’s most sought-after questions: how do you find your signature scent?
With dozens of beakers spread out in front of her on the table, she sniffs one, scribbles something in her notebook, and then takes a whiff from the coffee can next to her. She continues this process until she had tested every single one.
She knows this job isn’t going to be an easy task. To complete this experiment, it’s going to take time, determination, and a good snout.
Since the summer chapter of her 2017 is coming to an end, she decided to take the time to acknowledge the things that inspired her during those three months…
Her bag should have already been packed and waiting by the front door. Instead, the bag remained empty, and everything in her closet was spread out all over the floor. She was going abroad for six months, so she needed to make sure she was only bringing the essentials. However, this was proving to be a lot more difficult than she thought.
She had grown tired of her inner monologue telling her she wasn’t beautiful.
Born in a family where appearance was everything, she had spent hours making sure every hair laid flat and every pleat was perfectly pressed. From dinners to galas to parties all around, she dazzled every man and woman she came in contact. They awed over her dresses and envied her shoes. The ones who were bold enough would lean in and whisper, “who did your nose?” She would smile at them, brushing off their questions, while enjoying their praise.
But once the lights dimmed and the people from the night faded away, she’d be reminded of her lack of beauty and everything would change. Her fancy dress suddenly felt cheap. The diamonds that hung from her ears seemed dull. Her long golden curls looked frizzy.
On this particular night, she stripped out of her dress, scrubbed her face until the final traces of makeup washed down the drain, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was bare.