I think of her as a card board cut out.
You know as if she's a puppet of what she thinks perfection is.
I ask myself..
What really defines perfection?
What defines beauty?
Pefection? Nothing in this world can be resemble a picture perfect hallmark card. I believe that imperfection is still beautiful.
Why should I be the picture that you wanted. I'm not perfect, I have the scars to prove it. Although, this society would rather concentrate on situations that just arent really necessary.
Get over it.
Death occurs on a everyday bases.
People die by doing the right things, the wrong things, sheer ingnorance, and even by being clever.
Yet we as a whole tend to define and judge and examine the most ridiculous little aspects that dont need to be analyzed with a magnifine glass.|
We dwell and dwindle in our own thoughts, memories, expiriences. We either choose to stay stuck in the past or blossum into the future.
What we dont realize is that our mind is the machine that runs the film through the lenses. I use the term lenses in refering to our eyes and what we see. 
We take what we see and we could either learn from it and absorb it into our minds or we could let it go through one ear and out the other.