Flames Of Defeat

by Jenni Marie   Jul 31, 2013


She isn't sure when she began listening to the voices
mumbling in her mind. She used to successfully drown
them out, only as the years passed they clamoured for
her attention, becoming louder each passing day.
Pictures litter her living room floor and she gazes at
them disdainfully, her razor sharp eyes picking out every
tiniest flaw she can find in her features. She can't even
remember the last time she felt truly at peace with her body;

she used to have everything she could want or wish for and
yet now she's just another statistic, another destroyed beauty
who gave into the pressure of size 0 models and perfect
beauty that glowered at her from every magazine on every
shelf. She succumbed to what others told her, decided they must
be correct when they dictated how she should look, how she
should be and how she should act. She never realized that by
succumbing and not following her own heart she would have to live

with the consequences forever more. She never knew that these
aspirations were the very thing that would eventually break her.
Now she can feel nothing except anger and disgust and she avoids
mirrors to any extent, for she can no longer bare to gaze upon her own
reflection. Passion that used to burn within her heart for a better
life and pushed her to achieve her dreams now only fans her
desire for the unobtainable-a perfect body and a perfect soul;
unaware of the fact that this will be her ultimate defeat.

*Baby Rainbow's Challenge.

Prompts:

Flames of defeat
destroyed beauty
consequences of being broken
child of rage
internal warfare

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