Each girl strains to present the perfect angle of herself to the viewer so he’ll find her desirable and the others will want to be like her. She wrestles between thoughts of self-obsession, vanity and loathing. She knows it’s irrational but cannot help herself, I think she might even know her motives are ugly but it’s beyond her control. 

Their determined poses are disconnected and faceless because there is nothing beyond the desire to be preserved as beautiful, there is no candid grin, laugh lines or double chins. She wants to be admired from a far, I’m not sure she even has a voice. She would die if anyone knew what she was thinking, aching to look casual, every hair and bone over thought.

What made her like this? Too many fashion magazines, a Mother could be sister; Daddy didn’t say she was lovely – a bit of a cliché… 

Each asks who is she? She has no idea?