Oh look!
There she is. The girl with the most precious smile. The girl with the softest skin. The girl with the most ferocious laughter. The girl that is so stunning, so exquisite, because she is her own definition of beautiful. Her smile is so precious. Her smile is so perfect. But do you know why her smile is so perfect? It’s because practice makes perfect. She practices smiling to cover up the things that would scare people away. She practices smiling to cover up the fact that she feels everything to extremes; that’s overplay. She practices smiling to cover up the fact that the inside of her mind looks more and more like the aftermath of a tsunami everyday. Ask her not to smile. Man! That’ll be the day! The people that shame her for holding her chin high, for pushing her shoulders back to exert her confidence, for showing off her new body that she is so proud of, don’t know what’s actually going on behind that glimmering smile of hers. If those people who indignitize her would look at her eyes, and not the places below her belt that everyone else admired, they would be able to hear the ideas too complex for them to understand, pour right out of them. She would say, “Why do you continuously ridicule me for trying to meet your standards? I tried being confident, but now you just call me arrogant. I tried being sure footed, but you just make me question whether I’m worthy of the path ending in success. I tried being me and that wasn’t good enough either. So what does a girl have to do to make you realize she is breaking inside?” Her smile is so inspiring, they say. Her smile is so intriguing, they say. But she practices smiling to cover up how uncomfortable the stares from men of all ages make her. She practices smiling to cover up how much she actually hates herself and wishes she weren’t constantly being the subject to an order.
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