Draft 1: Description Essay
Period: 4
Mrs. Butler
Awoken by her obnoxious alarm, she thrusted her bedding to the other end
of the mattress pulled herself up and out of her bed. While dragging herself towards
the bathroom, she briefly stopped and examined her clean-faced reflection in the
mirror, and couldn’t help but be disgusted by the fact that she didn’t resemble any of
the girls that could be found in the magazines. She halfheartedly continued on to the
bathroom where, upon arrival, she picked up a plastic bottle of soap. She patted her
face with cool water then applied the soap to her face, waking her up just enough to
finish her morning routine.
Dreadfully, she had retrieved all her cosmetics and lined up the bottles along
the granite countertop. Her fresh face was to first be covered with a foundation that
had appeared to be just barley darker than her natural tone, clogging her pores and
masking all of her “imperfections”. Of course, this was to be followed by the
application of her concealer and face powder, both applied with the intention of
cloaking the small red blemishes that had dotted her hairline. She never understood
why she felt she had to cover these blemishes, being that they had occupied the face
of nearly every teenager, but she did regardless since neglecting to do had been
deemed unacceptable.
This was followed by the slight contouring of her cheekbones, which she did
so that her face would resemble that of the skinny model faces from the television.
The entirety of her face had soon been covered in various facial products, yet her
eyes still didn’t feature the dark shadowing and elongated lashes that her friends
had come to recognize. She retrieved her eye shadow brush and lightly patted the
end in a small tray of gray powder. She then lifted it to the crease of her eyelid and
outlined it until a small gray wing had formed off the corner of her eye. This was
repeated on the other eyelid, followed by a series of touch-ups to ensure that her
shadow had achieved perfection. She then continued on to enhance her eyebrows,
until they resembled the shape and intensity that everybody seemed to so dearly
admire.
Her routine was coming to an end, as she took her mascara brush and raked
it through her upper lashes. They had gone from light and nearly undetectable, to
dark and voluminous, in nearly and instant. She finished her eyes off with a thin
black line across the bottom of her eyelid, protruding off the tip. Lastly, a thick red
layer of lipstick was applied atop her lips. Her look could very well be described as
“classic”, yet her newly painted face wasn’t her, but who everybody thought she
should be.