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all i really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. why was that so difficult? — h. hesse ★
( + magazine interview meme ; tell us about your personal style, what clothes do you like to wear? )suddenly, she’s reminded of her mother—there’s no ill-feeling, really, but the question, as innocent as it seems, transports her back to a previous time, to a simpler (yet sadder) period of her life.
mother brushes away at hyera’s fly-away’s, presses and pats the wrinkles on lace blouse and pencil skirt. back straight, chin up; she doesn’t dare move her eyes from the mirror, no, for money has taught her well that the best things in life come from sitting still, shutting up, and paying attention. she subdues the threatening grimace at the transformation of such an appearance, clenches jaw at her own unfamiliar reflection. porcelain-like skin compliments her doll-like features, along with the lack of expression and hushed movement.
and she falters, though, amongst her thoughts as such memories delay her reaching of a conclusion—what is her personal style? for ban hyera, surprisingly enough, isn’t exactly sure herself.
“i think …” she drawls out the consonant, stalling for time as pressed tongue against bottom row of teeth grants space to rack her brain for a proper response; she struggles, unbeknownst to the man behind the camera, in determining what her stylists would say, what her company would brand onto lips. “i’m the type to accentuate my most-liked features which, for me, is my small waist and long legs, so high-waisted pants and skirts are usually my go-to.” a beautiful lie, if there ever should be one—who is she to admit that she’d rather leave the dorm with the dawning of a large t-shirt and sneakers? for fashion has never been a concept so heavily tied to hyera’s image, no; not when it can be so easily linked to unwanted wealth at the same time.
