I want a Face (...in a girl)

So a lot of people like to read magazines like People and US. I flipped through one of my mom's People while I was in Yosemite with my family. I guess you can say I have a healthy disgust for those magazines now. Here's a little excerpt from something I wrote that night.

Every woman is so pretty and so close to perfect. I feel myself looking at them and wanting someone like them and that makes me sad. My ego leads me to want visual perfection in a woman. Looking at that magazine makes me sad. Sad because those women feel the need to do that, sad because many of them are prettier before the work, sad because everyone compares themselves to them, sad because people outside of that business have a lot of work done too, sad because I attach myself to pretty faces in Hollywood when they are simply not what they seem. I want a face to attach to that I know well, that I know where it came from and what it wants to be. I want a face that is happy with any uniqueness it may have, that is so natural that make up only enhances beauty, but does not add it and is not necessary. I want a face that is not the most attractive part of the person.

Happy Isles