She is an Iceberg Every time people look at her, they always see flawless, dewy skin and face, on-fleek dark brown eyebrows, a winged eyeliner on top of a brownish-gold eye shadows and perfect amount of mascara coats. People see perfectly contoured cheeks and jaws and a dash of highlighters, she finishes her look with a bold red lip. People were amazed on how explicit she looks with her gray dress down attire, a 4 inch high black stiletto and tousled hair. People are intimidated on how she presents herself, her posture, and pleases them with her wit and intelligence. Indeed, she is a beautiful image of a little girls have been dreaming of. However, people don’t see her soggy and lifeless skin face covered with tons of powder and concealer, the thin lined eyebrows caused by stress, dark circles forming around her eyes making her look like a panda because of crying at things she regrets, and her thin eyelashes caused by excessive wiping of tears. A blackish red lip indicating that her body is not receiving any nutrition because anxiety always gets her appetite. The gray dress down attire she ’s been wearing all day is her nightwear because the thought of changing to a more comfortable clothes are drawn away by the haunting thoughts of why’s, what if’s and maybe’s. People don’t see what is behind the dazzling image she always portrays whenever she walks out from her room. Her bedroom, her den and sanctuary, its four corners and walls are the witness of all the regrets and pain, sadness, and inferiority. No.one knows she is an Iceberg.
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