Florence Bailey-Perfect?

Florence Bailey was nearing 30 years of age. She stood at an average height for a younger woman, although she was reminded the “younger” would soon be removed before “woman” daily by her mother. Her thin frame made her the envy of most women who would pass her or those she knew, thin legs with the perfect thigh gap that everyone talked about online. She had survived this long as this thin, bony person, so to be the envy was just fine. Why change it now? Her dark coffee-colored hair heightened the vastness of her greenish gray eyes. She worked hard to be the model of a dignified southern lady daily. She always wore her jewelry just so and ensured her makeup was done faultlessly. She wondered often what she would look like without Youtube.com and Pinterest.com; being raised by a mother who was slightly there during her pubescent years didn’t give her guidance on these things. These were her examples for makeup, how to dress, and how to carry one’s self in a corporate atmosphere. She worked in a corporate suite and she just realized there were others who didn’t just envy her, they looked to her for guidance. They admired her. God was the  only one who knew Florence was absolutely shaken by this.