The Girl on The Train

↔ A by-product of society.
Subject to mainstream culture. Consumer of all things "in." Wearing the typical American apparel she is tricked into thinking she should wear.
→Shoes: Studded black boots, probably from Pay-less or Ross.
→Shirt: White, style-less, long sleeved, under a black button up jacket from maybe Hot Topic.
→ Pants: Jeans, dark washed, and skinny legged.
→ Eyes: Heavy coated mascara, with slight defect mascara stains on her eyes lids, by Revlon (maybe Maybelline, the label is worn-out).Brown and medium, framed by long lashes.
→ Lips: Have a special cracked/pale lip effect due to 45 degree weather and no lipstick.
→ Fragrance: Probably anti-perspiring deodorant and nothing else.
→ Hair: Can probably be the "before" image of an anti-frizz hair product. Brown, slight waves to it, worn loose.
→ Face: Marked enough with small, red pimples. Never worn cover-up. Nose too big/broad for her face. Full cheeks with a deep dimple interrupting the curve of her left cheek.
→ Body: Made to never fit into a size zero. A muffin top that refused to hid under the waistline of her low-cut jeans.
 Everything about her screamed "ordinary." She seems to have been vaccinated against the illness of Vanity. Somehow she is always one step behind the latest trend. Sitting usually alone with a book in front. Often found looking out a window, lost in her day dreams. Never seeming to fit in, yet never stood out enough to be marked as a "freak." She survived High school. Made it to college. As the weeks went by, she found college to be her second home. Most of the students walk alone, sit alone. Everyone is in their own world, doing their own thing. No one looks at her. For the first time she feels comfortable going unseen. Just as she turns and looks me straight in the eye and smiles. I realize that she is no one else but myself.
-SM:)E

 February 15,2012