I wonder if she is wearing makeup. I wonder if she knows how beautiful her skin looks, I'm sure she must. I wish my skin looked like hers, I should just ask her what she uses on her skin. I can't do that: she will think I'm silly.
She always seems so put together and nothing affects her. I wonder how she does it. We both have children, we both have demanding men in our lives, how can she take the time to do all that she does to keep herself looking so good?
I wish I had time to take care of myself better. I wish I could afford better cleaning and moisturizing products for my skin. I wish I could afford better makeup. I wonder if she washes her face every night? They say that it helps your skin if you wash your face before going to bed. I always forget to wash my face before going to bed. I wish I was better at remembering to wash up before bed.
I really need to take better care of myself, maybe if I did I would have nice skin like hers. It just looks so flawless. It really glows. I must start taking better care of myself and then maybe just maybe my skin will at least look better even if it can't look as good as hers.
"What do you use on your face?" My friend asked. "I mean it looks so good, are you wearing makeup?"
My mouth fell open. "Are you kidding me? I was just looking at your face and thinking how great it looked and wishing my face looked as smooth as yours. Are you wearing any makeup?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "No I'm not and I can't believe you think my skin looks good."
I smiled back at her. It really made me wonder what society was doing to us that we didn't think we looked good enough; that we weren't pretty enough as we were, either of us. I never forgot that moment; that moment when each of us thought the other looked better and we couldn't see our own beauty.
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