Niyati Hirani
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

The model was once a part of the potato farm too. The model was once embarrassed of her own awkward skinny appearance too. She is pissed off because the world doesn’t see any beauty inside her but in her 5'11 stature with pretty face. The world has made her an ideal , a model, which defines what is a perfect jawline and a beauty bone in your dictionary. Slowly, everyone is sampling her physical outlook to help them create a vocabulary hub. The model is unhappy that she has now become a ‘model’.

When the innocence is lost. SHe has been forced into this world of pretentious beings constantly trying to define what Beauty is. Meanwhile, she forgets what her favorite cotton candy used to taste like. What a good sleep felt like. Her dark circles are being brushed again and again with the fairest Foundation they could find. And concealers helping to patch that forehead scar she got when she was 4.

Model soon loses her own self. The model is smiling again.
* camera flashes *

    Niyati Hirani

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