The glow of the mirror created a halo effect. Hair mussed, shades lighter than both brows and lashes, creating a strange dichotomy. She glares at her reflection carefully searching, starting at her widows peak just beginning to show her dark roots.
“I need an appointment, today!”
“I said TODAY, Dammit!”
Relieved, she presses End. Frightened by the view, she has made another appointment for more Botox injections to fill the evidence of age, at 35.
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This week’s word is Frightened. The word limit for January is 75 words. This one comes in precisely at 75.
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If we can love ourselves – we are on the way to loving others for what they are. This might not resonate with all – but hey, this is what I believe and live by.
Incidently, I am balding and think nothing of it – no hair implants, no wigs and certainly don’t keep my hair long and sweep over.
I think women are much more susceptible to pressure than men, though men are not entirely left out of the hype. My dad was bald at a very young age, I always liked bald men!
Poor lady. I want to shed a tear for her.
Me? I want to kick her in the ass for buying what the media sells. But then that is just me.
Your idea does sound much better. I was trying on my sympathy hat, but it was itchy.
I love this. At forty-two I’ve yet to go under the needle, but only because I hate….needles. =|
You know I just keep thinking, who needs this and at 35?
Well, this is a change of pace.
I’ve kinda been thinking of botox cheeks lately. All those high cheekbones can’t be real in Hollywood. I suspect, however, I’d look fake.
I don’t think I would look good puffed up beyond my natural fat additions. I am afraid to lose to much weight actually, my wrinkles may show..
Acckkk Botox…don’t get on that bus
I was thinking, creative additions; you know cat eyes and puffy lips maybe.
The Meg Ryan look?
35? What? How did I miss that? now what? wait..botox..? oh never mind ..whew I was stuck on the roots.. I need to do mine and they got mixed up in my head..
good job.. I think you nailed it. I wish I could remember where I saw that pic.. lol..
ok dont; mind me ,,,cept I mean, that I am here..:-)
♥
Lizzie
I suspect Lizzie, many of us missed that and now it is to late.
thanks
Well, there’s definitely something wrong if you have to do it at age 35. Perhaps she’s an aging starlet? In any case, you have me intrigued. I love these challenges.
I never plan to have botox. I like the natural look for women of all ages 🙂
I am actually not adverse to the idea. To me it is a whatever floats your boat thing. I have permanent eyeliner because I am simply to lazy to put it on everyday. I have colored hair because I like to change the color. I have tattoos because I like them. I have manicures and pedicures and acrylic nails because they please me and my own won’t grow.
I actually have no issue with what we choose to do or not do. It is the when and the why.
Great… “thirty-five” says it all.
That magical age!
Especially when you’re in your sixties.
But you my dear are lovely at any age. We should all achieve your beauty in our sixties!
Oh wow … vanity maximus. 🙂
Did that surprise you Frank? It was wobbling about in my mind for days. 😉
Short stories like this are best when surprised.
Wonderful piece, and exactly who I will never become, even at the ripe ol’ age of 39! 😉
We are so touched by the pressure to remain ‘young’ and ‘attractive’ these days. Are they synonymous? If we pay attention to media one would certainly think so. What do you think she is truly frightened of, I wonder.
I didn’t realize you knew my neighbor!
Elyse, terrible gossip you.
If you can’t say anything nice sit down here by me~
Sitting right this very moment. Shall I draw the cork, lovely wine from my closet.
Hahaha!!! Right along beside you!
Great change of pace Val!
These are great fun, force the imagination and limit verbosity. Red hosts the Flash.
Excellent! xx
Botox? I have nothing against it, babe.
You know this is nothing more that a plague, right? Besides you are beautiful what use would you have for this?
Frailty, thy name is vanity. Brava, sister.
Sneaky wasn’t it, it rattled about in my head for hours. I scratched it during a boring meeting.