Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
Jaime looked at herself in the mirror. Thin, almost too thin by some standards, with long, unruly hair framing an oval face offset with two azure blue eyes. The rest of her? Covered. From head to toe almost every inch of skin was covered up with clothing. Long sleeved shirts buttoned up at the collar and green khakis covered most of her skin.
She sighed and lifted up her shirt to stare at her belly. White scars crisscrossed her abdomen and the sight of them made her eyes water, the tears disobeying gravity, but just barely. She thought back to what her psychology professor had been saying earlier in the day.
“When we face each other, when we interact with each other, we put on a facade that defines how we believe others want us to be. We don’t do this for ourselves, we do it for others. We show them what they want. Our true selves, the person underneath that facade, is a scarred creature, scars both visible and invisible. When we open ourselves to show others those invisible scars, that is when we open ourselves up and allow ourselves to experience life.”
She ran her hand along her scars. “If these are my visible scars, what lies beneath?”
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