Sometimes it’s not about who you are, rather who you think you are.

Born in the year of the dragon with fire as her element, she firmly believed that the world was hers for the asking. Beautiful, stubborn and feisty, it was no surprise that she chose to become a model.

She loved the crowds and she knew how to work them. Dragons are dauntless, dynamic and delightful. When a Dragon enters a gathering, the room starts to simmer. She carried a self-assurance so impressive that she was soon amongst the most sought after models.

But uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, and there is no peace for the top dog in a dog eat dog world. Every day there was a new younger and more ambitious wannabe model vying for her spot. The dragon in tenacious and will do anything to ensure success. She was determined to be prettier, slimmer, and more youthful. Gradually her cheekbones got higher, nose slimmer, imaginary wrinkles were lifted. But that did not satisfy the reflection in the mirror. She stopped eating, pacifying her hunger with cigarettes and wine instead. When she did eat, she rushed to the nearest restroom to expel the dreaded calories.

The dragon can be irritable and tyrannical. Gradually she became weak, tired and cranky. Friends kept away. Yet all she cared about was the ramp and her mirror.

It was once again the year of the dragon as she walked the catwalk. Obviously she was the show-stopper. The gossamer gown flowed down her frail body, like shimmering cascading water. When she took a bow with the designer, the ovation went on forever. She turned with a swirl, took a step and swooned.

The young dragon had breathed her last.

The dragons believe their power is indisputable.


In response to: Photo-Fiction #83

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