Lip stick

Lip stick

“It’s such a burden,” Judy said. “To be so ridiculously beautiful.” She tossed her straw-like hair over her shoulder and gave the photographer her most honest smile. The photographer told her to pout. “Pout?” She said. “I don’t do ‘pout’.” She re-arranged her pose, “How’s this?” She said speaking through tightly closed lips stretched into a wane smile.

Words by Cynthia M. Gaytonarti

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