Enveloped in a world that constantly extols your beauty, you grow up entangled in the suffocating web of narcissism.
With an empty core and a facade built solely upon your looks, you resemble a hollow Netflix show that revolves solely around sexuality, lacking any true substance. It's painful to witness.
Your circle of friends, paralyzed by fear, dare not speak the truth, fearful of addressing the imperfections that might signal the need for genuine character development.
Dissenting opinions become taboos within the confines of your self-created echo chamber, where sycophants eagerly kiss the ground you walk upon, delighting your insatiable ego.
To feed your vanity, you deliberately surround yourself only with those whom you perceive as inferior in physical appearance.
Interactions with these so-called "friends" are mere vessels for misogyny and gossip, littered with lies and euphemisms that replace any genuine conversation.
Your friends, or rather mirrors, serve only to reflect your belief that you are the epitome of perfection.
Fashion is but a charade, for behind the expensive clothing lies a fragile spirit that eludes the common eye.
However, the glaring insecurity that masks your existence shatters when faced with a formidable force that seeks nothing from you.
It is here that the true story unfolds—the tale of the perfect girl, whose illusory facade crumbles upon contact with a world that sees beyond the surface.
About the Creator
BigPhaze
I am a Social Scientist, specifically a student of Political Science. I attend Obafemi Awolowo University, Nigeria. Writing is a tool of exploration for me. I hope you'll stick around for my journey into uncharted territories.
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