Pic100: The mask we wear
Tracy looked in the mirror, her reflection showing the smudged black trails beneath her lower lash line, She had tried to wash away her inner turmoil to no avail. Today was a special day to her, but facing the world with such black trails would be the unusual Tracy the world knows. Everyone knew her as the happy, bubbly Tracy, a model for thousands of young ladies out there. She didn't want to break that spirit, not today, even when her heart was burdened by unspoken anxieties and loneliness.
She reached out for a piece of paper and a pen and drew a simple unturned smile, an attempt to mask her feeling. "That's better" she said, and tried to mimic that which she drew. As usual, she dressed up in her best attire and put on the usual smile as she stepped out. For a moment she wondered how many people go around masking their real feelings to maintain a perfectionist lifestyle that never existed.
In every of her performances she put on a false appearance, a forced smile, a feigned interest in small talk, just so the world wouldn't look too close to notice her pain. Tracy carried her smile around, hoping that someday she wouldn't have to fake it, because with each passing day, it tore her apart and she feared her followers would live in the illusion of perfection.
Message from the image: The images show a story of hidden struggles with a contrary outward appearance.
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