In The Mirror
Chapter 1
My sides hurt from sucking in my stomach for an hour straight, and my cheeks stung from a false smile I had held for the duration of my interview. My mother sat beside me, and she still appeared more flawless than I was. I didn’t know at the time that sometimes having flaws is the only way people can tell that you’re human just like them. I was only concerned with living up to a future of lying to myself. So I sucked in my breathe a little more.
“So, Violetta, why do you want to do this modeling job?” Mrs. Sherman asked, her plump lips mimicking my forced smile exactly. My mother’s face slightly tilted, as if she were giving me a cue. My head pounded from trying to appear skinny and perfect, and the answers we had practiced for this inevitable question for hours on end had inconveniently disappeared.
I was sixteen years old, and this was my first interview for a modeling job. I had missed the other three most important things in my life to be here:
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