She looked at me tensely. "Honey, are you telling me you want to change yourself?" Mom asked. "Yeah...only if you're okay with it." Because I've got more techniques, painful ones, to change myself. Dieting and daily facial massages, for example. "Sweetie...you're perfect. Why do you want to change yourself—""It's not about feeling beautiful mom. It's just— everyone's doing it. Even if I look 100% attractive now, I wanna look better. Say...150% more attractive." I reasoned. Silence stretched like a band between us. Clouded her thoughts with 'what would society say' and such. I could read her hesitancy. "Mom," I sighed, "I know how the industry works, the one you're working for. And I have some goals in life, Mom. I wanna...work as a model for some time." I said, revealing my heart. It was true. Cassandra Johnson of the past always imagined herself in front of the cameras. Walking fashion shows. Enchanting every pair of eyes that landed on her wearing those beautiful, timeless
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