A gauntly figure, skin so discolored it could be mistaken for bone. Eyeliner and mascara that blended together into a sweaty chipped blend, her rouge smeared off the lip and tear marks only emphasized by the eyeliner crying out of her eyes.

Horrid, that’s how she looked.

She hadn’t seen her reflection proper in weeks now- only a droopy disfigurtstion of it in puddles and broken glass.

Perhaps that was merciful of the world, restraining her from having to bear what she was now…who she was now. Her days of glamour seemed like a short peak in an long downward spiral now.

She wasn’t sure if it was still worth it anymore- if it ever was.

Her mind was lost, her body was lost, her family, and now even the very thing she was praised for, her beauty.