Washed (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

          Rayna sat in front of the mirror removing her makeup and wondered who she would discover underneath. Time had worn her soul through the years, and makeup became her concealer to hide the scared, damaged parts of where she had been.

           The painful memories flashed through her mind with each motion of the washcloth. The wounds echoed pain in her emotions as the mask was wiped away: the makeup that was discarded.

            She remembered the long days of shame that once held her, the names given her with each blow given to her self-worth. They began to surface within and she kept wiping them off, kept wiping them away. The deep hurt of past names wrapped tighter around her dignity, clung to her destiny in last attempts to enslave her forever; still she continued removing these bonds from her.

             More and more she reflected on where she had been and what she was learning. She considered where she was with each removal of makeup and confidence began to fill her. Slowly she was washed with courage to start again as the water hit her face and began healing her broken identity as well.

           "Ugly!" became "Beautiful!". "Useless!" became "Useful!". Valued and loved entered the list as it grew. She still heard the names of her bullies throughout her years, but now they no longer held her as their prisoner; her value was being known in the healing. Their faces still showed in her thoughts, yet now there was pity written on them instead of villian; she was washed with empathy as she washed her face.

                     Moment by moment understanding and mercy began appearing as her natural face was made known, as she was made known. She wasn't defined by those past years any longer. She was washed clean and made whole from all the years of bullying she endured, and it showed now on her face no longer held back by a concealer, or any kind of mask made of makeup she once thought she needed.

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