((I entered this in the writer's contest a few months back. Hope you enjoy it)) ~*~ She touched up her lips; put on her eyeliner ever so carefully; powdered her nose. Today was a new beginning. A day to forget, to renew, to replenish, to reevaluate. Today was going to be a changing day in her life. Isn't that what Dr. Phil says? she thought. A changing day in my life? A little lipstick won't hurt, maybe some blush. I'll stop by Bloomingdale's and get a new dress, maybe. Maybe. "Today is going to be a changing day in your life," she said to her reflection in the mirror. "No more old you. No more. You're going to be flashy, you're going to be dazzling, you're going to be pretty! You're going to be...well, at least SOMETHING other then what you are right now." She pursed her lips, somewhat startled by the vivid red that stained them. "Maybe I should add a little pink. No. No. It has to be red. I need to be different." She tilted her head a bit, grabbed the tweezers on her vanity shelf, and began plucking at her eyebrows until they looked as if they had been perfectly drawn on. Thin lines over big blue eyes. "These fit my face better," she lied to her reflection. "It's a change. Change is good. Maybe color contacts, too. Maybe green or brown. Maybe hazel. Maybe a brighter color blue." She crinkled her nose. "I should get a face-lift. Get rid of these unsightly wrinkles. I'm only thirty...I shouldn't have wrinkles." She stood up from the stool that was pulled up to the vanity, and backed up so she could see herself from a distance. "I need liposuction," she confided in the reflection. "Just a little off the butt, maybe. And maybe some off the thighs...and from under the arms...maybe even on the tummy, just a little. Maybe. It wouldn't hurt, would it?" She flexed her arms, disappointed at her weak muscles. "Maybe I need a gym membership, that's what I need. A gym membership, so I can get in shape and get rid of all this flab." She hoisted her breasts up a little higher under her bra and scrutinized. "I should get a boob job, too. Maybe. Just to lift them a bit. Maybe get me to a full D-cup instead of just a lousy C." She glanced down at her hands. "Maybe I should get some acrylic nails, that way my fingers don't look so short," she said to her reflection. A lock of light brown hair fell in front of her face, and she glanced at it. "Maybe I should go darker. Or lighter. Or maybe I should be red. Mom always said I would look good as a redhead, didn't she? Or did she say that to my sister? Maybe I should call her and ask her." She frowned. "My wallet is empty. Maybe I should quit my job and get a new one. Maybe I should move somewhere else. I'm sure they pay better money somewhere else." Helplessly she looked to her reflection. "Can't you help me out here?" "Do you want to know what I think?" asked the reflection, her hands on her hips. "Well, I'll tell you what I think, since you asked. I like who you used to be. I like your peachy lips. I like your old eyebrows. I like your blue eyes. I like your wrinkles, and your flab, and your lousy C-cup. I like your short fingers. I like your hair. I like your job, even your empty wallet. I like this apartment. I like the old you. And you know what I think? "I think it's easier to change the face then the person hiding behind it."