Much to her dislike, she sits and stares off into the mirror looking past her own reflection as vanity does not become her. Had she bothered to view herself, she would have faced the frown lines made possible by timeless worry and the lines near her mouth indicating that she has smiled on more than one occasion. What is it then that she does not want to see? Is there something about her being that she does not like? She seems quite comfortable in her shell as she has worn it well.
Has her beauty been drained dry the harsh winds, intense heat, dirt of the day, and acid rain? The four elements of life have attacked and this bothers her not as it has made her a better person: a person she can live with. What bothers her most is that people read books from the outside first and then decide based on it’s cover if it is worth exploring. This is what she searches for past her reflection. She hopes that others will search past it as well. Call this an experiment to see if the superficial can be warded off and discarded like old clothes. The reality is that there is a possibility that she will be discarded like the rags of a beggar made rich. - 7/27/06
On men’s faces, character is added: on women’s faces it is a fading beauty.
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