"You're ugly now", she said.
When she saw some dumb girls smoking and drinking and ruining their beautiful looks it made her want to scream. The high school she lived by was filled with them. Awful shrieking little twits that talked about nothing, did nothing, and were nothing. If Esther had a crystal ball it would show a slack-jawed waitress with a bunch of runts, a welfare queen with even more crotch spawn, and a crack whore. And that was probably being kind.If only they knew they had potential but it never quite seems fair, does it? The minute you realize all the fun and preparation you could make to become a successful adult is when you missed the chance to do that. The moment you know what to look for in a quality man and how to weed out the jerks is right when your own beauty to be the most alluring is fading.
Those lines were just the beginning. Already her eyebrows were drooping and under her chin was becoming its own mass. How gross. Disgusting.
"You're so ugly.", she repeated.
After much contemplating, she devised a plan. It would work. Those girls were the formula. They could become a waste of space or they could become real magic. Better than any cream. Their youthful bodies naturally made everything better than any pill or surgery.
She put an ad out for a babysitter and borrowed her nephew for an afternoon. Nine girls came for the interview but 3 were hideous and 2 looked like they survived on junk, pot, and seemed promiscuous. That still left some beautiful prospects. Their was one named Jess. Her skin glowed and she didn't drown in makeup. She seemed lean and not too fatty. So young and firm and vibrant. Even her voice was pleasant, not that it mattered.
When her sister Angel came to pick up Jonathon, he had eaten a whole jar of Gerber whatever and drank a lot of formula. Under the pretense of giving her some time alone, she got to borrow the baby but now she had to get everything ready. The next day Jess came and it would be a busy day. Poison wouldn't work and knives were too messy.
"Ding Dong! I bought the baby a toy!", Jess said as the door opened.
"Oh, you can give it to him when he wakes up. I think he's still sleeping...can you peek real quietly?"
"Ok, I'll be quiet. Can I watch t-"
Then the thump cut her off. While she pretended to be primping in the mirror and grabbing her bag, Esther caught the girl just as she opened the door. A quick shove to stun her and some solid blows to the throat. She spent all morning looking for her hammer and couldn't find it. Then she remembered that little thing. It was in her car and used to break open the window in case you needed to break out of your car. The other side was even sharp to cut the seatbelt. Not necessary. It still made a big mess but the clear plastic curtains picked up some of it.
The Indians, used to use all parts of an animal they killed. Wasn't that right? Something about how they used the stomach to drink out of and fashioned tools out of the bones. That made a lot of sense. If something givies its life then it only seems fair to use all of it. The fat was cut away and used as a night cream. Some DIY beauty blogs gave great directions on how to make your ingredients last longer. The hair she cut and bunched to make brushes for makeup and especially fan brushes to keep rub her new beauty ointments on her face evenly. The blood would get bad very quickly and stink so she made a bath and froze some for health shakes. Bathing in the blood had to be done very carefully to avoid a giant mess but was very relaxing and she soaked in it for quite a while. The muscles would be cooked though it was tough. So she had to make a stew and try to get it tender. The organs that were not easy to eat were either blended with protein powder or made into topical beauty treatments.
"You look incredible!", Jaime told her as they made their way to their offices.
"Thank you.", she replied proudly.
"Wow. Is it that caviar cream you got? Or did you...", she stage whispered "get work done?"
"Nope. None of that. I've just gone real organic, you know? Eating raw foods and cutting out all the junk from my diet."
"Yeah, I need to watch what I eat more." Jaime nodded to herself and walked away.
It was true. Esther felt radiant. Like a youthful beauty and the mirror told no lies. She was basking in compliments and when she was questioned and went to the police station and courthouse as a witness to the young girl's disappearance she met a handsome man. He was wearing a nice suit and was handsome. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He would always tell her how luminous she seemed. How brave and observant of her to come forward with the information about the sex offender who she saw ogling the girls at the school. While it would take work to keep the affections of a man like him, she wouldn't squander her opportunities. She would use the whole buffalo to survive. To thrive. To be ravishing.