Who can look into the mirror and be happy with what they see? Not me, or anyone I know. Perhaps not even Ash and Sush. They might be loooking in the mirror as you read this, and muttering to themselves, "Oh my God! I'm FAT!" or, "I hate my nose!"
Nothing can be perfect. No one can be perfect. But at least we try. Try too hard.
Liposuction, nose jobs, implants, rhinoplasty, you want it, you do it. It's not taboo anymore.
Those who aren't blessed with Aphrodite's looks, tough luck. Brace yourself. Even if you aren't the type who thinks too much about your looks, don't worry. Colleagues, friends, relatives, acquaintances will all unconsciously encourage you to gaze in the miror for hours trying to figure out what's right with you. You will turn up with nothing.
But it's natural. Very natural. As natural as breathing or sleeping or eating.
You have a pimple? Oh, that's natural, but bad!(You can't go on a date with a pimple!) Have thin lips? Oh, just blow them up. (Guys wouldn't give you half a look otherwise). Your pout will be perrrrfect. Just like your favourite model.
Right from the times of Cleopatra and Nefertiti, beauty has been a fixation, and not just for women. Look out for the men too!
Gorgeous models are already auctioning their eggs and sperm on the Internet to meet the need for good-looking babies. (The price ranges from $15000-$75000) and we will soon be having genetically engineered bodies.
Beauty is skin-deep. After all, your good heart wouldn't show on your face, would it? Your blackheads would.
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