Let's Face it by Sarah Currie-Lewis

You see my words, and the blind woman waits to hear them, yet my mouth does not move, paralyzed on the content of the pages, the relaxation of the mind, trinkles goose bumps across the fingertips of the reader, forming Braille for the open ear who’s eyes cannot see. I was once drowned in the sea of confusion, my words scrambled, it was like dyslexia trying to recognize the emotion behind the inner most pages of my diary. I spent a year and a half working on a numerous covers to my potential magazine, those rough drafts collected the dust within my memories. As a reader I learned never judge a book by its cover, but as a writer I watched consumers browse the racks of many magazines and learned, Sex Sells, and while people are buying the sex, I watched women and men use sex to get promoted in life. As a virgin to the magazine industry, I present to you a magazine filled with virtue and wisdom from my own writings. As a teenager I had subscriptions to many magazines filled with beauty tips, but I take the approach of my readers thinking more critically in their readings, revealing socities definition of beautiful. As cars, diamond chains, name brand clothing are popular captivations to desire to have the luxurious lifestyle, have magazines nationwide forgot the economic status of their readers? do the magazines really know who their audience is? I speak to every individual in my writing, capturing the heart of the rose that grew through the concrete, the woman that never had a chance to be a girl, pushed into the fastlane, and the media always navigates the course. Well this magazine directs its readers from where they currently stand, nto where they wish to be. As a woman that seeks wisdom, I sought to pour out words that were enlightening, articles such as The Pshycology of lying, working in different genres helped me to be able to write this whole magazine using one author- Me, the WrittenFace. As a college student I have taken Philosophy, Nursing, Sociology, Linguistic and Cultural Anthropology, my knowledge started to corrupt me as my mother stated, I just knew too much for my own good. That’s when I was discouraged one night, stress led me to not be able to write, and depression of feeling lost in my career of writing led me to nto want to read any of my college books and study. I turned on the television flipped through the channel, most of them were reality shows, annoyed I picked up the remote sitting on top of a magazine and turned off the television. This is where my brainstorm of creating this most risk taking approach in the magazine industry, I crtique how useless this particular magazine is from front cover to the back, majority of the pages were filled with advertisemnets, three paragrapghed wrapped around a picture of a rapper, Who wrote this? I prayed to god to lead me where he wants me in this magazine industry, touching every single person that God hs planned.