The Epitome of Perfection
She let her icy blue eyes wander aimlessly about the brightened, yet vacant room.
Her hair was flawless. Her makeup was perfect. Her ultramarine blue minidress fit perfectly. She closed her eyes, careful not to smudge her mascara, so intricately applied.
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They thought she was perfect. They worshipped her, and young adults looked up to her.
Behind the heavy makeup.
She sank down in a chair, depression rolling over her in waves, trying her hardest not to cry and ruin her made up face. She was unhappy. Desolate. Perplexed. Lost.
She felt so surreal. So plastic. So remote and out of place. She had abandoned her dreams, her friends…the true love of her life to chase after something unattainable…
She chose to chase after perfection.
Now, she was falling and dying behind her mask that hid her true feelings inside. The worst part was knowing she couldn't press rewind. She couldn't hit backspace…and she couldn't press skip to the last scene.
~This was her life~
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Surrounded by the counterfeit, she longed for a brighter reality. Was this really reality? Makeup and steroids and plastic surgery? Was this the "real" her mother had warned her about when she was fourteen?…
And it was too late.
Maybe she really wasn't a realist. She was a fantasist. One who longs for a happiness in from a intangible source, but isn't at all optimistic in the least…
She realized what all of it meant as she tried to wrap her mind around human nature. She was considered spineless, masochistic, benevolent, smart, malicious, and injudicious…
Her whole life was one big oxymoron.
Perfection is an enigma, an allegory…a metaphoric phrase.
Perfection-
She came up blank as she thought harder. Actions? Beauty? Wealth? Was she perfect?
She looked in the full length mirror for a muse. She saw a girl with a small frame, creamy alabaster skin, full dark lashes, and inexplicable orbs.
But…perfection, like beauty, is only skin deep. What about what lingers inside? The harsh irony lying within the heart. The bitter truth hiding behind her blue eyes…
Ignorance=Perfection
Because only ignorant people believe and strive for perfection.
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So, ultimately, Skye Maria Hamilton didn't achieve perfection.
She only stopped dead at ignorance.