Beautiful like me ♥ She woke up and walked in this morning. Beauty is as beauty does. Unless someone else was doing the beautifying. She stood and felt, Brush, Brush. She felt the wet, Paint, Paint. She watched the mirror. She watched herself. She watched them make her prettyful. Then she put on the dress. Then they put it on again. She doesn't know, they whisper. Snap, Snap. Flash, Flash. Then the computer does its work. More light, Less freckles, Longer neck, Higher cheekbones, Fix that ruffle in the dress, Fix that wrinkle near the eyes. Print, print. When she saw the shoot, She said out loud. "I wish I looked like her."                                                            ~ admin _ Margaret