‘Are you for real?’ by Layla Barkworth, age 15, Year 10, Penwortham Girls’ High School

Filter realisation

Character looking flawless on camera. Couple of minutes in filter glitches turns off without character knowing based on tiktok live. Comment section on tiktok say things like tired, aged, flawed, ugly, catfish when they see the creators natural face. Comparison of what society believes people should look live verses reality of someone’s natural face.

Are you for real

A phone sits on a tripod, framed by a glowing ring light

ON SCREEN: TikTok live

A young creator smiles into the camera

Their face is impossibly flawless,

Glass skin, sculpted features not a blemish in sight

Hearts float endlessly across the screen

Comments:

“your perfect”

“drop the skincare routine”

“your glowing”

“I wish I looked like you”

The creator laughs

Creator:

“thank you are all so sweet “

Without any warning the screen glitches

For a split second, pixels scramble

Then the beauty filter disappears

The creator doesn’t notice

They continue talking, smiling naturally

Their real face is now visible pores,

faint acne scars, under eye shadows,

uneven skin tone. A face that looks lived in.

A face that looks human.

The comments stop

Silence

Then one by one, they begin

“you look tired”

“wait… that’s your real face”

“you looked better before”

“your ageing”

“that’s disappointing”

“catfish”

“ugly”

Soon the words pour down the screen

Faster than anyone can read them.

The creator is still answering questions

Completely unaware that strangers have

Already decided their worth has changed in

A matter of seconds.

The live stream freezes

Black

A spotlight reveals two mirrors.

The first mirror reflects the filtered version

Perfect

Impossible

Artificial

The second mirror reflects the creators

Natural face

Textured

Expressive

Real

A voice breaks the silence

Voice:

When did perfection become more believable than reality?

We have stared at edited faces for to long that we’ve started

Calling human features imperfections

Pores become flaws

Wrinkles become failures

Scars become something to erase

We forget that every face tells a story no filter can recreate

Maybe were not comparing people to other people anymore

Maybe were comparing them to software

The two mirrors slowly merge into one

The flawless reflection fades away

Only the real face remains

The creator finally looks up

Not at the camera

Not at the comments

At themselves

They smile

Not because their real

The screen fades to black

Are you for real?

Or has “real” become something we’ve

Forgotten how to recognise.