Let’s wax our arms and bleach our face, thread those brows and pluck those strays. Let’s curl what’s straight and iron what’s not, indulge in lasers and whatever else is hot. Let’s paint the lips and double-stroke the eyes, see us in the mirror and shriek in delight.
It’s why most settle for the trick – beauty doesn’t come so easy, pretty could be anybody.
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