I was walking down a street this evening and I crossed this amazing looking guy.(Don't judge my sexual orientation just yet!)The word I'm looking for is : perfect.Too perfect to be true.So I turned around to see him again and I was right.He was too good to be true.He,or rather it,was a mannequin.
I hate mannequins.I just do.You know what they are?They are true examples of the superficiality of beauty.They don't have an unimaginable god-like physique.No.They don't even have a real looking face.Heck,some of them have eyes missing!Yet,they seem perfect.
They remind me of how clothes are supposed to look on me,rather than telling me how they'd look on me!Where are the 5'10",not-so-muscular,close-to-ugly looking ones?!There aren't.They symbolize physical perfection.Though no one needs to know how clothes would look on Mr/Ms.Perfect!
The thing is,it is a sore reminder of what you'd want to be.But actually it isn't.Moving to the female counterpart,I realized this.She had everything,physically speaking.But what made her imperfect was not the body but the mouth.She didn't have one.Before this becomes a gender-abusing article,I meant to say that the fact that she didn't have a mouth gave her no personality.And her absence of personality,when filled with my imagination,made her perfect.
But the worst part is,they also testify the fact that first impressions are often the last impressions.Who has ever looked at a mannequin and found it to be hideous because it has no personality?No one.
As I said,I hate mannequins.
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