A long time ago, in a hospital not too far away....
Three young maidens were born within three years of one another, maidens of unsurpassed beauty: two with golden curls and blueberry eyes, one with chestnut locks and orbs the color of cocoa.
During their young lives, they drew the admiration of nearly everyone who knew them. They wore frilly frocks of pink, yellow, and purple, with ribbons in their hair and sparkly shoes adorning their feet.
However, as with all fair young maidens, they had been relentlessly pursued by a force so evil, so insidious, that none had ever escaped its power.
The enchanting young maidens slowly and painfully succumbed to the power of....adolescence.
The sweet innocence of childhood has been replaced by moodiness and rebellion. Flaxen hair once content with a mere brushing is now subject to the heat of curling and straightening and the suffocation of a multitude of hair care products.
Cherubs who once carried the sweet scent of babyhood now battle the funk of body odor.
The home of the young maidens is now drenched in estrogen.
Where once lay fair skin, now there is acne.
The young maidens have waged war against their mother, the one who once had sole access to the beauty products in the home. The girls regularly plunder their mother's wealth of cosmetics, leaving the poor woman to her own devices. It is now a common occurrence for their mother to resort to using men's deodorant in the absence of her own feminine antiperspirant. Not only that, but she must use dried out lipstick, her husband's boar bristle hair brush, and a skin-colored crayon to finish out her look for the day.
Adolescence is a frightening time for all. Pursued by her daughter's insatiable hunger for beauty, the mother races against time to find a way to protect her own beloved skin from the ravages of age. Will she emerge victorious?
Please stay tuned for the next episode of “Beauty Wars.”
(I'm just kidding. There is no next episode. I'm going to bed. I hope I can find the toothpaste.)