Her uneven skin tone reinforces the negative messages swirling around inside her head.
I am not attractive.
I am not young.
I am undeserving of love.
Every morning she follows the same ritual.
She looks in the mirror.
Her fingers caress the uneven skin on her face.
The negative messages perpetuate.
She pulls out her compact and powders away her uneven skin tone until she looks flawless.
It is her way of coping.
Yet, the negative messages perpetuate.