Perfect!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Perfect!

 

"Sit still, Emma, this will take a while but when I’ve finished with you, you’ll look perfect.”

 

The last thing Emma wanted to do was to sit there being poked and prodded, sculpted and painted, but she knew it would be pointless to argue. Better to say nothing and just let her mother get on with it.

 

And so it would begin. Her hair would be pulled roughly away from her face, and her mother would begin her critical scrutiny. It didn’t help that she never bothered to hide her disappointment in what she saw. Her daughter’s feelings didn’t seem to warrant consideration at all.

 

Then out they would come, all the creams and the powders and the paints, and her mother would set to work, attempting to create her ‘perfect’ daughter. She would be positioned in front of the mirror so Emma would not even get a glimpse of the ‘work in progress’. Eventually her mother would finish, disappointment still visible in her expression. She never seemed to accept that perfection would never be achieved.

 

Hair next, and Emma dreaded that even more. Never the gentlest touch, her mother would wield the brush like a weapon. Not even a sigh would escape Emma’s lips although she longed to shout out in agony. Every tangle would be teased out, or pulled out by the roots, and then her mother would perform some complicated twists and pin it securely into place.

 

And then it would be over.

 

Not perfect but the best I could do.” Again, her mother did not bother to hide her disappointment.

 

And Emma would not recognize the face that stared back from the mirror. A girl that looked older than her sixteen years, definitely. Her mother would have made a good attempt at covering her flaws, remoulding the shape of her face. Her eyes would look bigger, her lips fuller but to Emma the face looked fake.

 

The face that stared back at her was not her own. She barely recognized herself but even so she felt that hollowness of not being good enough. Why did her mother want to make her ‘perfect’ every time she left the house? Was she really so ugly?

 

"Be careful not to smile to widely or your crooked teeth will show. And don’t touch your face! It wouldn’t do for you to smudge all my good work now, would it!”

 

One day, Emma swore to herself, she would wait for her mother to go, would rush to the bathroom and clear the mask away. The world would just have to cope with her ugliness then.

One day Yes, Emma thought to herself; that was exactly what she would do......one day. Just not today!

 


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