Overlooked(part 3)

by Sophia Haddad


Yes. Don't doubt it. I'm going to give myself a complete makeover. At least I don't have to change my gender like people do in so many movies. The id is only a facial picture but it would help to add some weight onto my tiny figure. I have to look older. 48ish I suppose. I can do that easily. At least that's what I thought when I started.

I dug through my moms drawer of makeup for some mature eyeshadow. I wasn't going to go full out and make my face completely covered. I wanted it to look natural like my mom did in the picture. I found a basic bronzer that could help my pale complection. I even added some red to my cheeks to make me look plumper. That was the look I was going for.

I searched through some laundry still by the washing machine so I could be sure it was all clean. The part I most enjoyed was gathering up all the socks I owned, tying them together, and shoving them up my shirt, then forming the blob of knitted mess into a somewhat convincing body for me.

I looked in the mirror and realized I needed a bit more height on me. I pondered the subject for a moment before finding an easy solution. I found my mom's biggest platform shoes. There were three things I needed in these shoes: height(obviously), an I'm-grown-up-and-I-still-try-for-fashion-even-though-I'm-so-80's look, and a bigger opening than my regular size feet would fit into for stuffing big socks into.

The extra sock idea was my attempt at adding the most possible height I could. I didn't have much to work with at the time. Well either that or I was to lazy and tired to look for more. I sat down on a couch-hard with all the added flub-and layered on one sock after another until my feet wouldn't feel the weight of an anvil if it was dropped on them.

With difficulty, I put on the shoes. I stared into my parents old full-length mirror and gasped. I was overjoyed to see that I wasn't myself. Only if one looked deep into my eyes would they be able to tell it was me. But that's not what I needed. No one knew me anyway so this wasn't a disguise. I was trying to look older, not less myself. Then it occured to me, I could do anything I wanted, be whoever I wanted outside of the costume. Now was my chance for a new life.