She tries so hard to be real in this world full of fakes. She gazes through her over sized sunglasses at the people out on the street. They are covered in designer labels. The women have globs of make-up on...and even some of the men.
She wonders what "being real" is anymore. If you are trying to be real is that being something you're not or is it striving to be something you could potentially become?
If everybody is so beautiful on the inside, why does everyone feel the need to deck out in the coolest clothes and cover their faces with a full blown mask? Are each and every one of us just hypocrites by nature? Is anybody real?? Or is it all just a mere fantasy..?