Should I Model?....No!
When do the words of a best friend and boyfriend matter less than the opinion of a bunch of people on a computer?
The answer, when they’re telling you how pretty you are and if you are model material or not.
From the start she never could believe them.
They were only telling her what she wanted to hear and nothing more.
The images in the mirror reflected the opposite of what they said so she knew it must have been a lie.
But curiosity set in and made her send in a application to a site that critiqued wannabe models.
http://community.livejournal.com/should_i_model/275843.html
She proved them both wrong like she knew she would.. but also did a little damage to herself.
Now her own image makes her sick, or at least more so then before.
And the picture of herself she was so proud of, she can’t even look at..
She whent into the bathroom she stared in the mirror, pinching, and poking the fat covering her body with great disgust..
Why does it hurt so bad..?
She didn’t really want to model and she knew what they would say...
Why is hearing it actually causing pain when she knew it all along?
Few did comment that she was pretty but no ones words were like that lies that she was use to hearing.
Perhaps and in a deep part of heart she really wanted to believe the lies.
And though she knew it wasn’t true you grow use to hearing those things.
How selfish is she to think that. How sensitive she must seem. And how stupid must she now feel.
Curiosity killed more then just the cat... it killed her hope of think that prehaps she really is pretty..
Dead and Dying
~Kikyou/Shearis