Pretty Process

Pretty hurts doesn't it?

Braces, back braces, neck holders.

We aim for the perfect figure.

Good hair, nice ass, course hips.

Sometimes we don't value ourselves

But we still live.

Did you die?

No.

A little money here and there.

Perfection isn't a disease.

It's a cause, for our breakdowns.

Surgery, plastic or robotic.

We maintain posture and all.

This process is never easy.

Some  of us still have to go through it

or want to.

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