Brown eyes

Do you ever stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing your face? Every once and awhile I have flashes of vanity, in which I get thisclose to the mirror, and stare at myself critically. I focus on one feature at a time, moving from the bottom to the top. The feminist side of me struggles with the socialistic spineless other half in deciding what the world must think of me. I like my lips, and I like my eyes. I dislike my nose, and my eyebrows. My ears stick out a little too far for my liking, and my forehead is a little too high. I then take my glasses off, and squint at my reflection, leaning in until my nose is almost touching the glass.

Then the feminist voice pipes up, "Jesus, looks shouldn't matter. Society tells women that they have to be beautiful, that they have to be thin, that they have to be 25 forever. And if they aren't what society wants, they'll never get a husband, never get a good job, and never have any worth. Is //this// how you want to present yourself?

And no, it isn't.

Although I think I may try contacts in the summer.