They made her a quaint painting, well mannered, she never spoke out of turn. She granted herself a wish, she only wanted to be picturesque so waning to the wayside of mannerisms she gave herself 'wiggle room' she was a sight not worth seeing. Cracked porcelain faces, she saw herself in them. It took time to find her way to shore but when she did and stood on her own two feet, she was more vivid and brilliant than any quaint little painting.
Someone once told me that Christianity gave him the idea of restriction. Kinda wrote my thoughts on how being a poster child or a pinup girl isn't the point. Being and knowing who you are and knowing what you want is important. You can gain strength through obedience but also from being free as who you are rather than being made.