Crystal was a watcher, watching people and their flaws. She mostly noticed the girls painted more then porcelain dolls, and that were nowhere near as elegant. Although she was guilty of the occasional eyeliner, she stuck half the time to natural, since she didn’t need make up. It was a travesty to her to hide her lovely part Asian eyes that she loved dearly. But yet she watched girls everywhere; class, halls, bathrooms, malls, restaurants with the same obsession of a beauty they didn’t know. They only know what the ignorant tell them. That beauty comes in hipbones, plastic smiles and faces drenched with artificial bullshit. Crystal, however, roamed the earth with a bright and genuine smile knowing that in a world of beast, she was one of the beauties.
Author notes
This is one of my many short stories I write about a girl (or boy) and their personality. This one is actually based off me. I was inspired after reading a poem about the sad world that has fake ideas of beauty. There is no real crystal. But I hope you enjoyed this snippet!
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