Reduced to what really lay beneath the makeup, the world stood still inside her soul.

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Reduced to what really lay beneath the makeup, the world stood still inside her soul.

Deep inside her a sense began to burn, a dangerous feeling. A sense of rebellion.

Girls will be girls.

I am better alone I think, an eclectic coffee table stacked with books, I feel more vulnerable to this than to any lover.

I didn't determine to be a feminist I realized I've been here all along.

She was searching for a new beginning of hope. Her heart was an unstoppable tide.

Women risk their health and suffer painful effect for an obsession on plastic surgery and bodies of beauty, to be a breeding stock in human courtship.

I am a wild mass of hair lost in the world.

Breathtaking at first sight. A woman through the eyes of love, discovered she was beautiful: her soul transformed.

The panic was starting, I didn't recognize myself, I lost all trace of me, that young woman is a ghost.
