I watched a girl walk by with her perfect gladiator sandals, sparkling tank top and bump it in her hair that was straightened and dyed. Her jeans had the typical manufactured holes in them and were studded along the front pocket. She couldn’t have been much older than 15. I can’t believe that was the kind of girl I tried to compete with, nay, envied at that age.
I don't know if it's just the south, but what constitutes as attractive around here (as in Valdosta) is the opposite of natural.
Scares me a bit, not going to lie.
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