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Sunday, July 2, 2006


   True beauty
I moussed my hair and let it down, and did it all pretty with a blow dryer and hair pins. I put makeup on, mascara, blush, red lipstick, the works. I put on a skirt and tank top and high heels. I put on earrings and bangled bracelets and looked at myself in the mirror. Yeah, i could make it in the city. You could say i even looked hott. I looked like a girl in the magazines after working out for a month, and pratically not eating. Just one difference, I still had a good size chest and a killer ass to boot. Sure I could stand to lose a couple more pounds i guess, but to whose standards? I was happy. I had the body of a woman, not a ten year old boy. New York City here I come. My smile was perfect. Years of orthodontics, and premium whitnening strips had done that. I knew how to pose, how to wink, how to smile, that was practiced. I had a manipulitive mind to get what i wanted, and a quick wit and charm. Yes, New York city, here i come. This was my dream.....right?
I removed my heels. I slid off my skirt to around my ankles and pulled up a ripped pair of jeans. I slid off the sequined tank top and put on an old t-shirt. I put my hair up in a pony tail and washed off the make-up. Peter thought i was beautiful just like this. I tilted my head to the side and put my hands on my hips and took a look. A genuine smile crept across my face. Peter was an honest man, and who was i to accuse him of lying?

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