Beauty Is Skin Deep


Sitting in the bright blue waiting room
she flips through the beautiful faces
Big lips, tight skin, beautiful cheek bones
She wants people to look at her the way she looks at them

The surgeon inserts hands into stretchy latex gloves
examines the lines by her eyes and mouth
Seeing what the years of stress, happiness, and laughter
can do to a face

A large incision
Skin is peeled back revealing the fat and tissue
Tugging on the malleable skin
Making the skin tight like elastic
A fine needle jams through the thin flesh
it swells to a beautifully outrageous size

Her eyes struggle to open
she grabs the mirror on the table
Terrified by the unrecognizable reflection
she turns to the man in the chair
Don't worry you will be beautiful eventually

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