On her way out, she instinctively turned to the left and took a quick glance in the mirror.
She stopped. She didn't mean to.
It wasn't the hair. "I just curled it, too. Why does that section never,...Damn." It wasn't the make-up. "Is my eye makeup uneven? Is this lipstick the right color on me? Mom says,..." It wasn't the skin. "It'll be dark anyway. Whatever." It wasn't the outfit. "Did I gain weight? Oh God, does it show? Should I change? Oh, screw it, I'm late already!" All these thoughts tumbled too quickly through her to stir her notice or care.
She had begun to turn the corner of the hallway, her heels and jacket in hand and arm, quickly stuffing lipstick, cell phone and keys in her purse, when the thought made its way through the crowds of questions.
"Why do you even bother?"
She stopped. Her purse wouldn’t close. Turning around, she looked in the mirror again, stepping closer. She turned the light on.
It was supposed to be a quick glance.
She stopped. She didn't mean to.
It wasn't the hair. "I just curled it, too. Why does that section never,...Damn." It wasn't the make-up. "Is my eye makeup uneven? Is this lipstick the right color on me? Mom says,..." It wasn't the skin. "It'll be dark anyway. Whatever." It wasn't the outfit. "Did I gain weight? Oh God, does it show? Should I change? Oh, screw it, I'm late already!" All these thoughts tumbled too quickly through her to stir her notice or care.
She had begun to turn the corner of the hallway, her heels and jacket in hand and arm, quickly stuffing lipstick, cell phone and keys in her purse, when the thought made its way through the crowds of questions.
"Why do you even bother?"
She stopped. Her purse wouldn’t close. Turning around, she looked in the mirror again, stepping closer. She turned the light on.
It was supposed to be a quick glance.
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