‘My beauty has slipped and fallen.’
What happens when the beauty a woman trades off starts to fade? When the veneer ages?
So much pressure for a beautiful woman to remain so. When her circle of friends shrinks to just her neighbors. When she fears stepping into the world. When her mask no longer masks who she really is.
What if there is no beauty inside? What if there is but she cannot see it, lost and spiraling into self-hate? Searching for love from all the wrong places - readings, admirers, book sales, psychiatrists.
How can this unfurl in a screenplay?