Her concept of beauty

Steven hunter’s point of view: My hands are already ragged from all the hard work I have been doing, even my face hasn’t been washed in days, my once shiny dark complexion is now dirty, tainted and stained with both harsh experience and dirt, I haven’t been in the shower for the past few days. As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink.“can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice.My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual.I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s

Steven’s point of view:I wait for the security man that told me to wait behind the trash, but looking at how dark the weather is getting I know for sure, that it was a ploy to get me away foe the mean time.I begin scratching my hair in an effort to remove the nonsense that seems to be living in it.“I have to take a shower” I say out loud. I bring my hands closer to my eyes to see just how much dirt has accumulated in there.“you really do need to have a bath young man” a very stern voice speaks from behind me. I turn around only for me to come face to face with the absolute owner of “MacPherson’s cosmetics”.“what can I do to help you” she looks at me from toe to head, totally sizing the whole of me.This is my only shot; I need to ask for a job.“I just need help ma” I respond, even my legs quake at the angry stare she gives me. She takes determined steps toward me, Mr. White

Steven’s point of view:  My parents were anything but lovely to me, I had always been the outcast of the home, my brother had businesses worth millions of Dollars, and my sister like Jane, was a model. Then me, I had always been a fan of uniqueness, you know having something unique about you and then falling in love with it.I always had a different sense of fashion, and to a family who was an icon of fashion I was too much of an embarrassment. Leaving home for New York was one of the hardest things I had ever done.But I know I really have to calm down concerning things like that, my money was stolen, same as my identification, I had nothing.“so, where is your passport or anything, like a means of identification, do you have any?” asks the lady about to take care of me, so yes, I had already been given a place to have my bath, brush my teeth. And I have already had my change of clothes.

Steven’s point of view:Okay so I am officially confused now, I hold my belly that hit the table she pushed me onto. I know I am nothing but an outcast here, so far all I’ve gotten from these people in the building is the so-called king style haircut, asides that no one even spares me a glance.“what sup Jane?” I know she is angry, but that don’t mean you have to treat me like a tool, just because you are currently angry.“are you happy now?” she asks me, I have to turn towards my back to see if someone else is there.“quit turning Steve I am speaking to you. Are you happy now!” her voice is cracked from raw emotions, its just like she’s painting her emotions for me to see?.“what do you mean am I happy now, I don’t get you?”She walks up to me, her bony finger in the air, her eyes tells me how extremely angry she is.“you know what, just know how ever this marriage goes, you will never live in peace, I wil

Stevens point of view:Running my eyes through a lot of things, my schedule and I am so grateful for Shirley, she’s been my shield, my friend and a very great manager, I am really happy with all she keeps on doing.“so, there’s no time for break then, its work throughout the week” I definitely am not complaining I mean it’s an upgrade from what I used to believe, there’s a lot of earnings, and there’s been a massive publicity so far, and for that alone I am joyous my mind keeps going back and forth from before and now, from an extremely rich person, that comes from a very prestigious home, to someone who doesn’t even have a home, someone who doesn’t even know where the next meal will be coming from, then to a model who is trending all over social model, both trolls and fans all of which promote me.As I seat on top a chair in the dressing room waiting for my photographer my mind wanders towards Jane, which have been happening a