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I'm stuck in this dressing room with nothing but my thoughts. Another long day of posing and smiling for cameras. The loneliness is suffocating me, like a weight on my chest that I can't shake off. Why do people always want to see perfection? Don't they know it's just an illusion?
My mind wanders back to when I was younger, dreaming of becoming a supermodel. I remember the countless hours I spent practicing my poses in front of the mirror, perfecting my catwalk stride and learning how to walk in heels without stumbling. Now, all that hard work feels like a prison sentence. People see only my face and body, never truly seeing me as a person.
I glance down at my reflection in the mirror, taking in every detail - from the velvet high heels to the long dark red stockings. I feel empty inside, hollowed out by the constant pressure to conform to unrealistic standards of beauty. My raven-black hair is messy and unruly, reflecting the turmoil brewing within me. I'm trapped in this world where my body is all that matters, but it's hard to remember what it feels like to be truly alive.
