Are you tired of your jeans not fitting?
Does that dull salad leave you feeling hungry?
Are the moody blues getting you down?
Well…you can say goodbye to those nasty diet pills and detox plans because I have the simplest solution to give you the body you’ve always dreamed of!
Note to the user: product is not designed to ever fit your idea of perfection despite what the label says. You may also harness an abhorring hatred for those around you.
Enter this world so alien to some but reality for us, the most obedient kind.
Here we do not support notions of individual integrity, nor to we advocate perfect imperfections.
One is required to look ones best at all times.
This isn’t about men anymore.
This isn’t about your husbands or your boyfriends or your fuck buddies.
Gone are the days of the feminist uprising.
Such thoughts cluster our already plastic, static brains.
This is about you.
This is about your cankles, your knee-fat, your wobbly arms, your huge pores, your weird nipples, your five-head, your hips, your thighs, your ever imperfect cunt.
How could so much stand wrong in a vessel to lovely?
She was such a pretty girl.
Little did they know that her body was overflowing with dimples and manifestations of mocking marks.
Little did they know of the small creature, growing inside her flesh to be kept in the damp for none to see.
Little did they know that this…thing this…machine that is intrinsically flawed; this selfless loving system is burdened by grief: masked over by the other.
Here…one must obliterate the senseless self because really, aren’t you tired of having no-one else to blame?
And now…despite all my words, my smile and my laugh, I will go home tonight and pinch myself purple so that maybe…just maybe, the fucking won’t seem so hollow.
Each of us has something but…aren’t you tired?