A Moment in Beauty

She wakes and her beauty demeans. She steps into the shower and exfoliates and dries with Egyptian cotton and applies her sephora makeup and slips into Versace clothes and Jimmy Choo shoes and steps out to do day.

And the world stops.

Women scoff and men follow her. Her just being alive is not enough.

Men cat call and demand attention, “Hey baby, don’t you want to be my girlfriend.”

Women whisper behind her back, “you fucking slut.”

She gets to work and receives sickening special treatment, like the desk with a view and the Paris trip with the boss.

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