↔ A by-product of society. Subject to mainstream culture. Consumer of all things "in." Wearing the typical American apparel she is tricked into thinking she should wear.
→Shoes: Studded black boots, probably from Pay-less or Ross.
→Shirt: White, style-less, long sleeved, under a black button up jacket from Hot Topic.
→ Pants: Jeans, dark washed, and skinny legged.
→ Eyes: Heavy coated mascara, with slight defect mascara stains on her eyes lids, by Revlon (maybe Maybelline, the label is worn-out). Eyeliner made to look like a raccoon's eyes. Brown and medium, framed by long lashes.
→ Lips: Have a special cracked/pale lip effect due to 45 degree weather and no lipstick.
→ Fragrance: Probably anti-perspiring deodorant from either Dove or Teen Spirit; and nothing else.
→ Hair: Can probably be the "before" image of an anti-frizz hair product. Brown, slight waves to it, worn loose.
→ Face: Marked enough with small, red pimples that they could be connected and form an image. Never worn cover-up. Nose too big/broad for her face. Full cheeks with a deep dimple interrupting the curve of her left cheek. A muffin top that refused to hid under the waistline of her low-cut jeans.
→ Legs: Too thick for her barely there, but somehow there bottom.
→ Body: Made to never fit into a size zero.
Everything about her screamed "ordinary." She seems to have vaccinated against the illness of Vanity. I had seen this girl before. The type that never went to the restroom in a "pack," but rather alone. Somehow she is always one step behind the latest trend. Never envied The Kardashians' for she has in her cranium what Kim has as a derrière. Not a genius but not a moron. Sitting usually alone with a book in front. Or looking out the window, in a universe far, far away. In high school she must have felt like a character from "Mean Girls," but not a protagonist, or an antagonist, but rather a character in the background. One that is going through some awkward pubescent faze. Never seeming to fit in, yet never stood out enough to be marked as a "freak." She survived High school. Made it to college. As the weeks went by, she found college to be her second home. Most of the students walk alone, sitting alone. Everyone is in their own world, doing their own thing. No one looks at her. For the first time she feels comfortable going unseen. Just as she turns and looks me straight in the eye and smiles. And I realize that she is no one else but myself.
