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Mar 2014
We all end up chasing the clouds
that look like the shape of our ancestors.
We thrive upon the notion that
we all have an equal shot of attaining
"The American Dream" as if
nobody is born into a hollowed-out family that's
chugging one beer after another
As if our parents can afford tutor after tutor
to spark some sense into our miserable existence
in which starving ourselves is the only way to achieve success
not to mention sleeping with the boss.
What foundation does skin foundation play in our lives?
Are we supposed to look like geishas being chosen by a matchmaker
or is it our society that wants to wrap its knarly hand
around every girl's thigh?
How can Unilever pose to beautify women when they
create ads that degrade women's status in society to
"**** me and I'm yours."
Mascara, eyeshadow and every other beauty product known to man cannot hide insecurity.
"Become the circus clown that everyone wants you to be," they said.

What if all girls were skinny?
What IS "skinny?"
We all have skin, so in a way we are ALL skinny.
Think that way and we will have a happier society.
How can companies justify using computers to edit models?
Can't we just see people for who they truly are?
I don't know about you, but I'd rather see a happy person gracing the cover of a magazine in a modest dress with no augmentations.
THAT, my dear, is natural beauty.
No makeup, no excess skin showing,
just **beauty.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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