From the one whose hair was not polished
“If only we had no hair we’d be perfect”
From the one whose face was not pretty enough
“If only we had no faces we’d be perfect”
From the one who was killed because of his skin colour
“If only we had no skin we’d be perfect”
From the one who was too fat or thin
“If only we had no flesh we’d be perfect"
From the one who was too tall or not tall enough
“If only we had no bones we’d be perfect”

How many layers of ourselves will we rip to fit into being perfect, whatever that means, whatever that is, if ever it is?