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know.” I close my eyes and hold still. She runs the tip<br />
of the pencil along the line of my eyelashes. I imagine<br />
standing before my family in these clothes, and my stomach<br />
twists like I might be sick.<br />
“Who cares about pretty I’m going for noticeable.”<br />
I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my<br />
own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am<br />
breaking the rules and will be scolded for it. It will be difficult<br />
to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled<br />
in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of<br />
embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new<br />
rules. I will become something else.<br />
My eyes were blue before, but a dull, grayish blue—the<br />
eyeliner makes them piercing. With my hair framing my<br />
face, my features look softer and fuller. I am not pretty—<br />
my eyes are too big and my nose is too long—but I can see<br />
that Christina is right. My face is noticeable.<br />
Looking at myself now isn’t like seeing myself for the<br />
first time; it’s like seeing someone else for the first time.<br />
Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror,<br />
who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose<br />
eyes claim mine and don’t release me; this is Tris. “See”<br />
she says. “You’re . . . striking.”<br />
Under the circumstances, it’s the best compliment she<br />
could have given me. I smile at her in the mirror.<br />
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