My Bare Face

My appearance alters in the mirror. Every time I look I’m different. It depends on what part of the day I look. Mornings where I’ve stumbled downstairs show dishevelled hair and make-up free skin with acne scars. The first signs of frown lines appearing. Lunch shows where my earlier applied wall paint is starting to smudge or fade away. Those are the moments where I am most vain. Reapplying the products that hide everything I dislike about my face. Evenings show my shiny face until it’s all wiped away leaving me bare again. It’s nice to be bare when no one’s looking. But I’m looking. I’m looking right now in the mirror. My bare face. For me to see.


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