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The dangers of being perfect

The dangers (of being perfect)

Tall
Fair
Gorgeous
Well dressed

The girls ; who are ravishing, and

look taller than they are, gorgeous than they are, they dress up smarter than one can think of. Boys go after these girls, bosses prefer who are : taller, gorgeous, well dressed.

But, one day, out of no where, burst out the anger. They came up on the streets of web world. There was written in bold letters :
Dark is beautiful.

We discreetly edited our imagination.

Somewhere shouted a little band of girls from another world,

"#Kutoo"

It began to flash on screens. Heels were abandoned. Short is sweet, isn't it?

Fed up of labels and show-off, Normcore became a new fashion statement, for people around the globe. Weird.

"I don't want to be perfect", twittered a celebrity. It became a wide-movement of new era.

Unaware of the modern dangers, school girls still steal the lipsticks from their mother's rooms.

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