Descriptive Essay About Giso

In the “Perfect dress” by Marisa de los Santos, Marisa describes how women view themselves. Women are never satisfied with their appearance, always wanting what they do not already have. Marisa explains the significance of a beautiful dress to a woman on low self-esteem. She taught us that when we learn to see the beauty in what we have, nothing can stop us from feeling untouchable.

“Hey, so Emma and I were thinking, what if we told Cami that we were all going to dress up tomorrow, but then none of us did… that would be so funny,” Grace said as a smirk spread across her face.

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N murmured as she flipped another page of the magazine. Scott tilted his head from her lap, smirking while he said, "Like what?"

"I like your sweater." a dulcet voice compliments. I look up to see a petite girl, maybe a few inches shorter than I, shyly standing in front of me. Her wavy brown hair falls past her shoulders and framing the soft features of her cute face. Her grey eyes seem to sparkle in the slight sunlight peaking out on the chilly autumn day. She gives me a nervous look, seemingly anxious to how I will react to her comment.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The girl heard someone ask. She didn’t turn around though, the view before her was too captivating. Her toes scrunched up and caught bits and

“Grace?!” the girl cried out frantically like the rest of the crowd, but her voice got lost in the chaos. Giving up her failed attempt at trying to get a response she started looking around the ballroom floor for her truest friend since a young age, while trying not to get her dress ruined further, although there were many rips plus soot and dust in every crevice, making her look ever paler then she already was.

“Open your eyes now,” Emily and Jenny said in unison. As he did so, Alex’s eyes adjusted to the light and soon came to see a very attractive blue-eyed blonde girl wearing Middleton High’s school uniform reflected back at him in the mirror. He made an audible gasp. Oh my God! Is that me? His body had a shapely figure with large breasts and hips, long golden blonde hair, and a beautiful face accentuated by subtle makeup. Lip gloss made his lips look wet and fuller and the blush brought more color to his cheeks. Mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner accentuated his crystal blue eyes. As Alex continued looking at himself in the mirror, he paid special attention to the uniform he was wearing. It consisted of a white blouse, a dark green sweater vest,

"Looking at you? Really, I look at you?" He asked confused in a good way.

“What on earth am I going to do with you.” She muttered out in a soft voice. She reached her hand out and took hold of a brush, and began brushing her hair. Slowly she made progress with her mess of hair, what once looked wild was now smooth, tangle free and ready to be pulled back into a ponytail. Gathering up her hair within her hands, she tied her hair back in a tight ponytail. She cocked her head to the side, looked at herself in mirror for a good moment or two. She bobbed her head up and down, the ends of her hair brushed against the back of her neck, tickling it lightly. . “Looks fine to me.” She shrugged her shoulders, a sigh escaped her lips. She turned on her heels and walk over to the closet. She reached her right hand out and pulled the closet door

"I like him" The girl said in the group of her friends the girl or [Y/N] had her [H/L] [H/C] hair in the style her mother put it up in. With her khaki, blue pants crinkly with her red uniform vest on loosely on her body.

You are immediately mesmerized by her sheer beauty, everything about her instantly captivates you. Her eyes sparkle like twinkling stars, and are as blue as a tropical ocean. Her smile is big, and is as stunning as her eyes. She is a beautifully groomed brunette. She wears the most fashionable outfit, not trashy, definitely classy, with a hint of sexy. She is wearing a tight fitting, low cut black dress that is accentuated with a big gold necklace. Her petite frame is supported by 6” black heels; here this outfit is required. The distance between the bottom of her short dress and her high heels is emphasized by her tanned, perfectly shaped, dancer legs. She confidently walks up to the table and dazzles them with that electrifying smile. Immediately,

“It’d on my name tag too.” She said pointing to the small tag pinned to her dress right over her

Carly didn’t answer as she finished dressing. “All of it. Any of it. Shit, I don’t know.” She slumped onto the couch and stared at him as his blue eyes turned darker.

"It’s all good," Adrian said, reaching into his backpack to retrieve a pen. The pen slipped from his grasp at the sight of Hadrea’s long legs as she entered the room. His eyes moved up to her cleavage, peaking out of her floral blouse bouncing with the stride of her walk.

Next, Isobelle started on my makeup. It was 4:30 already and we still had to put on my dress, shoes, and jewelry. "What color is your dress"? Asked Isobelle. I told her it was black and she got to work. I tried to sneak glances in the mirror but she wouldn 't let me. After lots of foundations and eye makeup, I was ready. She turned the chair around and showed me what I looked like. I couldn 't believe what she had done. My eyes were a smokey black that brought out the blue in them. My hair looked even more stunning. It was all elegant, yet simple. I slipped on my dress and put on my earrings. I decided to take