Magic Soap

    A white lace bra, matching panties, and black ankle socks come off one by one. I neatly fold and place them on the plain counter next to my many bottles of moisturizer, anti-wrinkle creams, face washes and other magic youth making soaps. Naked, I stand in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. “Disgusting,” I whisper to my reflection. The wrinkles between my perfectly shaped eyebrows deepen with my frown. My laugh lines have turned a once beauty pageant[Read more]