Grace gazed in the mirror at those plump cheeks and that untamable hair which she loathed. Her fleshy skin jiggled as she moved, and this is the eighth dress she tried on tonight. Her gaze lowered to her phone, and she continued watching the beauty tutorial.

“Let me demonstrate how it’s done.”

Grace finished watching the tutorial and let out a huge breath. She refused to let her insecurities incapacitate her tonight.

She straightened her hair and brushed contour on to her cheeks.

As Grace headed towards the door, she stopped to admire the beautiful sculpture in the corner, which stood a woman resembling her.

“Lucky woman. I can’t imagine someone taking time to solidify me”, Grace absentmindedly said to herself.