This is a protest. A war. A plea. A shout, to any one who cares to listen.....i am tired of being decieved! Why? Am i the only one who loves good clothes? i walk into a shop and a most exquisite looking silk blouse with silver buttons is on display, gayly worn by a blonde mannequin, my whole body turns automatically towards this delicate piece of fine clothing, only to discover that its not my size! B..b..but it looked like a perfect ten i protest as the sales man snatches it from my hands with apparent glee( he's probably thinking,see this does not come in your size). What better size can a lady be? Am supposed to find my size everywhere, in every shade of color, in every piece of clothin......jeans, pants, shirts, skirts, leggings! I am a size ten! So why, oh why do you decieve me so, elegant mannequin from another planet? Why have you chosen to mock me? Why must everything look good on you oh mannequin? so perfect, so trim and so damn beautiful!
Everything looks good on you mannequin, better on you than on me. Why must the boutiques, the shops, the open markets decieve me so? Pinning up the clothes on the mannequin to attract me.
If only you would put on size ten clothing, oh mannequin, then i will give you a pat on the back for giving me a glimpse of how gorgeous i would look in that little black dress you wear so well.
I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin, surely that is not too much to ask, i may not be a mannequin but i am a very very beautiful size ten, or is that such a bad thing?
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