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Satire | Comic | Beauty | Make up | Self Esteem
Is a Woman Prettier for Makeup?
Or is it a confidence booster?
The howling wind in its wake left the leaves blown from trees lying on the soggy ground like a carpet of dying confetti. It’s just another miserable autumn day.
Janet is twenty-eight years old and has the body of a fashion model, attracting the attention of two male joggers running through Hyde Park.
Unfortunately, Janet’s face does not compliment her figure. It is like watching a Rolls Royce pass by with Queen Camilla driving.
Janet is not simply a plain girl; she’s downright ugly.
But look, keep reading, and I’ll see what I can do about changing Janet’s appearance. You see, she doesn’t help herself; she has long, red, lank hair, her eyes are too close together, and her eyebrows look as if they are trying to merge. Her teeth protrude, and she cannot walk to the end of her street that some schoolboy doesn’t call out, “What’s up doc?”
To complete her mask, she has acne. “Don’t worry, it’ll clear up when you’re out of your teens,” Mum said. Well, it had not.
Janet, understandably, has never been involved in a long relationship. She’s had boys feel up her plentiful breasts and make a…
