She gazed at her ghastly reflection in the mirror, and inwardly cringed from the sight. Glassy black eyes stared back at her, eyes that looked too empty and hollow, void of life- void of existence. Her pale skin shone with a sickly glow, revolting, even to her own self. How had it come to this? Why was she like this? What had she done to deserve this? She wondered silently.
Methodically, almost like a robot being commanded what to do..she picked up her makeup brush, squirted some concealer and began the arduous work of concealing, first- the dark circles underneath her eyes,..the harsh fingernail marks that ran across her cheek,..the fading purplish scars scattered all over her neck.. Now some foundation, she thought. Conceal. Cover. Hide. Read the cruel story of maya and how she evolved to be strong as a woman who had been abused.