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| quote: | Originally posted by nefardec
oh the irony in this
yep, women are sticks of butter. so an object of reachable heights, that's great.
that's how it starts...
but seriously, the shoes are blahhhhhh central (possibly only interesting if they are made out of recycled dildos, as they seem to be), and the dress is like a weird-fitting monotone knit cheerleader uniform entirely made by grandmothers in a factory somewhere. considered against the constellation of celebrities and luminary, beautiful women in the world, this girl seems quite average. i guess they call that 'girl next door', and the appeal of that is probably that the fantasy seems easier to attain.
i don't understand the obsession people have with 'perfection' of beauty. there are so many unpredictable, multifarious, wonderful qualities that make someone beautiful. in fact i think the most beautiful people tend to step outside of the stereotype, which is what makes their beauty noteworthy and superlative. |
I'm on your side btw, but ^ is what I call the fat chick ramble
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