“Sweetie, you’re humongous! Why are you so fat? What have you been eating lately? Look at that belly of yours!” The woman wasn’t at all fat. She was average sized, around a size 7/8.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about honey? I’m not fat, I think…” She stared at herself in the mirror, examining every part of her body. The woman started

Through the noise and the static, the conductors mumbles “Next stop, 34th street.” She gets ready for her stop, walking toward the exit beside me. I look up, and I smile.

The woman reaches into her Louis Vuitton handbag and pulls out a mirror. She frowns at the sight of her face. Unhappy by her appearance, she takes out her makeup bag. Starting with the foundation, she blobs a large amount all over her face. She has somewhat of a color. Next, the eyes. She carefully applies black eyeliner to the top and bottom lids. Then, a pale blue eye shadow followed by a darker shade of blue. I whispered under my breath: “That’s a whole lot of makeup she’s putting on over there.” I look around and find that everyones’ attention is focused on the woman. She finished her eyes with black mascara, first on the top eyelashes, and than strangely, on the bottom. Is that even possible? The lady’s lips were next. Her lips are full and voluptuous, yet extremely parched. Before applying her lip gloss, she runs chapstick all over her dry mouth. Over the lip balm, she glosses her lips with a pinkish mauve color. There’s still a look of discontent shown upon her face. She’s not happy with the outcome. She dabs a napkin on her lip to get rid of the shine. In addition to all the layers of lip balm and gloss, she takes out a lipstick and glides it ov

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