I'm sorry this is so short. I know this is labeled as romance, and by that I mean that she's thinking romantically. I hope that makes sense
Feeling the pinch of my corset, I placed the hat on my head nd turned toward the mirror. What I saw was not me. It wasn't my body, my hair, or my face. It was the person I had been trained to be. Always keep a pleasant face, step lightly, make you waist as small as possible, make sure you hair is neat and tidy. Stand there and look pretty for the men.
If I could have my way and be myself, I would be running through the streets, turning cartwheels. I would wear the brightest of colors and let my hair run wild. I would be the happiest, most joyous girl the world has ever known. But I know that I must stay within the realms of what is socially acceptable, and that my dreams will stay dreams.
So I did this in psychology class today. It was inspired by a painting of a woman who was looking into the mirror, and she didn't have a face.
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