She looks in the mirror. She searches for beauty but all she can see are scars. Her body has been beaten, abused, raped, used. She has been silenced by his strength. The strength that pushes her down and forces off her clothes every single night. And after it’s done, when she closes her eyes in the darkness all she sees are the monsters of her past and her present but senses no future, no escape. She lives in fear of success, in fear of her past finding her achievements and destroying them. She knows she can’t hide what she’s been through but she still clothes her face with a smile everyday and hides behind the veils of her makeup. For herself, she has made scars as though to celebrate the ending of every painful experience. She looks in the mirror. She cannot see her beauty, all she sees is pain.