Leah Winters - OWM R2 + Diary
Confidence
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It has the ability to kill us...
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Or to make us happy
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It is more powerful then any of us can imagine.
Until we experience it's extremes
My outfits and edits this round were inspired by vogue. I think modelling is one of the most recognized ways to show and build confidence. Modelling helped me more than I ever thought it could. I have made 3 formal outfits inspired by the black and white vogue photo shoots.
Outfit 1
For the first outfit, I have a floor length gown embroidered with pink beads to match my hair which has been done in two buns. I am wearing matte peach lipstick, blush, eyeliner and nude eyeshadow.
Outfit 2
I am wearing a sparkling dress which becomes transparent at my thigh. My hair is tied up and my makeup consists of dark lipstick, blush, eyeliner and nude eyeshadow.
Outfit 3
This outfit is another floor length dress but this time with v-neck and embroidered with stars. I am wearing a metal choker and the same makeup as outfit 1.
•Diary•
I'm laying in bed the next morning, fiddling with my glasses when my phone buzzes. It was a message from Aloise. She had gone down to the beach about 20 minutes ago so I didn't know why she'd texted me instead of waiting until she came back. Holding my phone above my head I opened messages and read the text.
'I'm so annoyed with Sasha winning the guy, why would she do that?! I was thinking, what about a little bit of revenge? '
I wanted to ignore the message but she would know that I had already read it so instead I typed,
'I'm not sure'
Within seconds Aloise replied,
'Please? Trust me on this one. Sasha just arrived at the beach so if I think you're going to get caught I'll tell you'
'I'm sorry Aloise but I don't want to be mean'
Aloise though didn't seem to get the message.
'In Sasha's suitcase is a small brown leather bag, open it'
Reluctantly, I throw the duvet off of me, exposing myself to the empty room. I sit up and put my glasses on. Sasha's suitcase is stood up next to her bed so I slowly get up and walk over to it. I lift it up onto her bed and unzip it. I flip it open and sitting there is a brown, leather bag, like Aloise said. I unzip it and inside sits a notebook and pens. More precisely a pink notebook with a blue spine. I both love and hate Aloise at the same time. She knows my story, she's taking advantage of me. I walk backwards, pushing myself against a wall. I beg myself not to take it. I stand staring at it for a few minutes before cautiously reaching into my pocket for my phone. I felt on edge and I felt exposed. This was my one secret, my one ghost. I'm not letting it haunt me. I had a new message from Aloise;
'Have you done it?'
I look at the notebook and back at my phone.
'Why are you doing this to me Aloise?' I type.
I deleted the text and reach for the notebook. I quickly flick through it, song lyrics and doodles. My phone buzzes again.
'Sasha's coming back. 2 mins tops'
I quickly pack away the bag and the suitcase keeping the notebook tucked under my arm. I run to my bed stuffing the notebook under the mattress.
'I'll hide it properly later' I thought.
I lay back down on my bed, gathering my earphones from my bedside table and plugging them into my phone. I start to play some music to drown out my thoughts, it felt like my own thoughts were drowning me.
Sasha wandered in before laughing at me still lying in bed.
"Still in bed?!" She says in a friendly tone.
A smile is all I can manage as she goes over to her bed and I turn the music up louder...
The following evening, I sit in the bathroom listening to Sasha and Aloise arguing.
"Aloise, I know you took it!"
"I didn't take it, I promise you!"
They argued all evening and when I finally went back into our bedroom the atmosphere was tense with Aloise and Sasha ignoring each other, both sitting on their beds. As I walked past them to get to my bed, I noticed Sasha making notes on the hotel notepad paper and felt a stab of guilt. I had cried a lot since stealing the notebook. The bin was full of tissues but no one had noticed yet. My legs and hands had returned to their red, raw and painful kleptomania state. They were covered in bleeding red spots leading the way to crawling red scratch marks. I saw my roommates in a different way. And I hated Aloise...
