Post by ... on Nov 23, 2013 22:53:46 GMT -5
The male stared out the small double windows offering him a teasing view of the outside world. His long hair rested in a casually fanned position up on the silk pillows, and gentle brown eyes followed the quick movement of clear clouds with a half-conscious wonder.
The pain echoing like the lasting beat of a drum, however, caused his innocent fantasies of flight to be short lived.
Heaving an unwilling sigh of retreat, he escaped the relaxing confines of the tope sheets, attempting to bar the thought that they reminded him of strong arms, if pulled tight enough, into a mental cell.
Starting the shower, he stared at his reflection while gathering steam billowed out of the top of the oceanic plastic curtain in a progressive manner. He had so many significant flaws. His skin was blotchy, his temples were overrun by large zits, and his eyes served as imitations of an addict's unhealthy circles. He wanted to spit at his reflection, but another side said he could hide from the monster if he was fast enough.
Twenty minutes later and he was avoiding eye contact with his twin. While dabbing moisturizer on his fingertips and palms, he thought over his mental image of himself.
When not in front of a mirror, he thought he was the best looking creature in town, while still having that vulnerable, almost adorable side to him. As fate would have it, though, he saw none of that on the real thing.
Applying a thin coating of mascara, he tried to focus on his eyes. They were his favorite part about himself. They were a milk chocolate brown, with a subtle ring of honey circling the pupil. Many didn't see the gorgeous mix of color, denying its existence and telling him the truth in a matter-of-fact, snide way.
But he didn't care what they thought, because he loved his eyes. He stepped back and observed the smokey eyeshadow he had applied. The soft liner of shadow close to his bottom waterline, in his opinion, made his eyes look larger and defined. He smiled a bit. He liked that.
Seeing as foundation and powder were complete, he zeroed in on his lips. Many, as before, thought his lips were a bit thin and unattractive. But they didn't see the full picture. There was his sweetheart upper lip... His full bottom lip... It gave him a sort of pout that he found cute, once he was done evening out the coat of light pink.
Putting the remaining makeup away, he stood back a second time and examined his transformation. And for the first time that morning, he gave a genuine smile. But there was something about his body that wasn't right... Ah yes, maybe the gut that hung over the waistline of his skinnies.
It ruined his look. His face was finally beautiful, but his body...
He hated hos his toes wouldn't lie flat against the sea blue bathroom rug. He hated how they looked, like starving commoners fighting to reach a piece of juicy bacon.
He hated how one ankle was larger than the other - It made him look like a freak. A freak that should be locked in a dungeon, rather than infecting the populous with his ugly, cow-like strides.
He hated his thighs. They were so flabby. He was sure anyone twenty feet away could see them jiggle.
He hated his stomach, his pudgy fat stomach, and the light brown vertical hair line that descended from the bottom of his innie belly button to his pubic.
He hated the size of his arms. They were ginormous, like two turkey legs that were larger than a football field.
He hated his hair. A floppy dark mess that refused to work with him on anything due to the wet, humid location in which he lived.
He was a walking disaster. No wonder guys didn't flirt with him, or even give him a millisecond of their day.
He exited his bathroom and shuffled into his room, his stomach growling in demand for sustenance though he paid no mind. He sat upon his bed and reached for the laptop sitting on a bin precariously nearby.
He reclined, logged in to his account, turned on Wi-Fi, and opened a Firefox browser. Inputting a familiar URL, he knew that in only a few short moments his heart would leap with excitement and joy, and all his woes, his pain and his disgust... His anger and his self-loathing... It would all disappear, and be replaced by a giddy, happier person who ignored the world and focused on making others happy.
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