Under her covers, she’s someone else. She’s not who they all think she is, she’s not who everyone sees her as.

She calls herself a girl who doesn’t care about people’s opinions all that much, she calls herself confident, fun, cheerful, pretty.

And that’s how they all see her, of course it is. She must be afraid to find out how they’ll see her, when the covers are pulled off.. when they get past her walls, when they see who’s been hiding under the thick covers.

But that’s not really who she is. It’s all feigned, all an act. An act of unrelenting confidence, cheerfulness, and never ending fun. Doesn’t anyone ever see past it, though? Is the outside all they care about?

When her makeup comes off, she isn’t exactly “ugly” but she isn’t as pretty as she is with her makeup on. Her concealer, covers up all the “flaws”. Her lip liner makes her lips appear less pale, less thin.

Her mascara makes her lashes appear darker, more noticeable. Her lash curler makes her, look more feminine, more… “pretty”, as they all say..

And her curly hair, straightened everyday, isn’t embraced. It’s not well taken care of.

It’s like a flower not being watered. Of course, the flower will die if it isn’t watered. Just like her hair dries out and dies, the more she straightens it. Not only is her hair dying out, but so is the way she embraces her true self.

Most people think a good body, good looks, completely “flawless” is beautiful. But beauty can be different.

Why does everyone always think that’s the definition of “pretty” or “beautiful”… is that the first kind of girl they think of when someone mentions that word?

But, as they say, beauty is subjective, isn’t it?

But it isn’t only the outside, it isn’t only her appearance and her looks, and all that.

It’s the way she acts, the way she feigns an air of confidence.. the way she fools them all, without getting caught off guard.

Lies, lies and lies to cover it up. Even if it isn’t exactly called a “lie” it still isn’t 100% the truth either, is it?

This is Elaine Ambrose. A girl who puts an act on, puts a thick cover over herself that’s hard to get past, like trying to get past a brick wall with your bear hands, trying to break it down. Or like talking to a wall, but getting no response.

Atleast, no proper, true, raw and real response. Even if you’re fooled and end up believing her words, most of them aren’t true.

“Oh, I have no problem with people calling me ugly, they must be jealous,” or, “why would I care about their opinion,” she says, even if she does care about their opinions. It just hurts less to admit that it does affect her, their words, true or not.

This is Elaine Ambrose. A girl who isn’t anything like who she says she is.