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May 2017
You are not the right size. You must be taller. Your hair just won't do the way it is. That color doesn't suit you. Chemical transformation, dieting to starvation. Implants and plastic surgery with a nip here and a tuck there. Exfoliate this, and wax that until your skin is a Rosy raw. Fit yourself into a dress that will not let you breathe and wear shoes that you weren't born to walk in. Strike the pose and bat the plucked eyelashes. Stain your lips and cheeks the color of a sunset or a blood sacrifice, depending on the occasion. Through the inquisition of fashion that we are told will makes us liked and pretty. What was once a simple matter has become torture and now beauty has become pain in order to become what we are told we should be.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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