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I realised I posted my last blog, then noticed the photo's I'd posted beneath; images I find attractive, and it came to me that what I see as beautiful is so materialistic and pathetic. Talk about shallow.

Plastic surgery.

I have just watched quite a weird programme on plastic surgery, and these people that are like, addicted to plastic surgery. These two women had each had about 40 operations in total.. they looked SO ridiculous. It was so amazing just to see their ridiculous, complete obsessions with changing or 'perfecting' every part of their bodies. One of the women had this 'disorder' where 'she' saw imperfections with her body that didn't really exist, and she became so compulsive about these 'flaws' she'd do anything to get rid of them.
Like, you saw her getting botox; having these huge needles stuck into her face and you could see it was really painful for her, but she almost craved it. And the thing is, she was such a beautiful woman before, but she's just totally ruined herself, you can tell she's totally fake.

At 13 years old she'd had a full body lift; thighs, tummy, bum.
At face value, I think this is all ridiculous, but being someone who wants plastic surgery, looking further into it you realise that these people who are taking it so far have some serious self-esteem issues; whether they're apparant or not.

Fucking media.
Fuck society.

What beautiful women.

I bloody wish my legs looked like this!

I would quite like...

to be an intellectual. To write beautiful, inspring things, and to talk shit all day :)
Instead, I'll sit here and stuff myself with cake.