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The eyeliner makes the dark circles less pronounced. The lip gloss hides the trembling. The ponytail conceals missing patches of hair. The Abercrombie sweater covers bruises. I might look at bit thinner, so everyone will ask about my new diet. My hair might not shine the way it used to, so the pink ribbon will distract curious eyes. One hour of preparation and I look like myself. One hour of preparation and no one will know. One hour out of 24. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, wasting a twenty-fourth of my day on a lie. But then I see my wispy hair and baggy eyes, and I have to do it. Checking my makeup one last time, I push my sleeves up, though not past my elbows. I slip on a cute pair of flats; heels are too dangerous with shaky legs; and grab my Hollister bag. Padding downstairs, I inhale the scent of waffles and syrup. I say morning, mom as usual.Then she normally replies like morning sweaty, did you sleep well. Of course I say I’ve been sleeping better than I have.She sighs, and her eyes look a hundred years old for a minute. Then she does one of those mom lines like, any improvement is enough. Of course.She made waffles and offered some, Then I say something like, “Thanks, Mom. Smells delicious.” I sit at the table and she hands me a plate. The thought of all that food turns my stomach, but I force a smile and thank my mother again. She busies herself at the sink and fills the silence with chatter. When she turns around, she takes in the waffles still on my

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