Chapter Ten
Sarai’s entire life flashed before her eyes. She saw herself at seven when her mother first pushed her onto the stage at beauty pageants when she just wanted to hang out with her friends playing Barbies. She felt the ache in her jaw at seventeen from smiling at casting call after casting call where she was poked, prodded, pinched, and spoken about as though she wasn’t there. She smelled the rancid smell of coffee and cola and cigarettes at twenty-one as she crammed her body into dresses a size too small and heels too narrow.
As the scenes of her short life flashed before her eyes, Sarai felt the agony of drowning in tears of the rejection, of the loneliness, of the constant hunger of modeling. That pain of not being good enough had been clawing its way back into her conscious
