You’re a teenage girl in high school, everything matters. Everything, to which boys are in your DM’s, how many followers you have on instagram or TikTok, what you wear to school, which people you hang out with, and of course, making sure your makeup is flawless. Everyday. Is it stressful? Yes. Does it have to be? No. Are you doing this to yourself?..um.

You’re the most popular girl in school, you’re honest, not rude. You’re coy, not naive. Flirtatious, but not a bimbo. Helpful, but not a teachers pet. You’re gorgeous, but not show off. You’re flashy, but not asking for it. You’re smart, but not a nerd. You talk, but not to a point where it’s annoying. You’re a girl, a girl with society’s definition of feminine.

Today is no different, you just got back home from school and thank gods it’s Friday. You enter the house with a long sigh as you walk up the stairs, upon entering your room you toss your bag, not caring where it lands as you changed out your clothes and put yourself in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. You stare at yourself in mirror on your vanity with all your makeup and skincare products scattered.

“You look tired, Honey. Lemme help you..” You heard, a familiar deep British accent at your bedroom door. It was Simon, your dad. The only man in this world that loves you with or without makeup, the only man that loves you not matter what.

He grabs what he can recognize as removal makeup wipes and tilts your head up so you can look at him. Knowing your routine, your father takes off your false lashes first then wipes the makeup off your face with great amount of care.