We are supposedly granted the right against self incrimination, but mirrors are not included in the protection. Betrayal by appearance, a face unable to conform to beauty's standards speaks condemnation to public eyes.
Plumbing the depths of skin with a glance, the cursory judgements of kin and character reign, their edicts exacting a toll that strands many.
Unable to transverse the paths of facade, the lack of motion reads as failure for a culture equating movement with progress. For want of a look, a life is lost; left to wander the wilderness of the unbecoming.