ah.
the worst thing, I think, about being an author....is seeing your book turned into a movie, and the movie looks everything it was in the book.
He looked at her sympathetically, before lifting her arm up and stroking her. "I don't see any wrinkles..." He whispered, then stroked her face. "No bags, fine and beautiful hair..." He touched her lips. "These are made of fine roses and velvet, and below the face, everything is perfect...finely filled out, to the finest tune." He whispered. "Dont you think that everything a mirror has told you, was a lie? Or maybe, it was showing you, all opposite of what your not." He looked directly into her eyes. "Dont take its lie and make it you."