Noelle's Short Story

Looking in the mirror I do not see what is there, I feel this small child has hidden in this woman's body waiting to crawl out and play with my Barbie dolls. I look and see an image that has hastened and projected too short of a life so much in need of fun and happiness.  If we could all start again where would it be? 10, 12, 3 even? I wait for the image to change to my inner child, but instead I cover the face I fear so much with some powder, mascara, and some green glittery eyeshadow for a shine, those glitter bottles my sister used to call "The friend that keeps on giving".  I use eyeliner and my favorite lipstick to mask the old face I fear in this mirror of lies. Lies are my way of dealing with the fact that so many years were wasted on being stoned and blind to living in the moment and waiting for the next high or pondering the last one. Life is good now when I try to forget the bad, entice the good and kill the hurt.