Beauty Is Pain

In this world, things are different. At the age of twelve, there is the Choosing. One way, you are sent to work as a slave in the beauty industry. The other, you live your life, trying to be more beautiful. I was sent to the beauty industry. I've been here for four years now. The industry calls me a senior. The models call me a survivor. In my world, being beautiful has costs. In this world, beauty is pain.