I see a girl walking past, not-so-skinny legs, hair plastered to her face, glasses, struggling and huffing, eyes on the ground, hurrying to her destination. I wonder, "Does she know, she's beautiful?" I see a girl walking past, skinny, frizzy, painfully shy, clutching at her books, rushing past and avoiding stares. I wonder, "Does she know, she's beautiful?" I see a girl walking past, fluffy hair, pug nosed, eyes averted from other people's, reluctant to see what she finds in another's opinions; above the average weight, but really, whats average anyway? - And I wonder, "Does she know, she's beautiful?"

The way they refuse to glance at the faces of other people, how their shoulders slump as they try to hide their body, who they are, tells a tale of insecurity in a world that was never secure. Pictures and advertisements shove themselves in your faces, Please buy me, I'll make you beautiful! I think the better phrase is, Please buy me, I'll make you feel good temporarily and watch as you sink back into the quicksand of wanting to be who you were never meant to be. She could strut as confidently as she likes, chest out, stomach in, but the insecurity in her eyes will not mask the fact that she knows there is someone out there more attractive than she is. But that's okay, she'll just have to try harder, then, won't she? Throw herself deeper into elite brands and glam, glossy hair, makeup, and remember; chest out stomach in! - Its all about the body language, isn't it?, sexy, sexy, sexy, flip hair, purse lips, sexy, sexy , sexy. Its all about the body language - Now let me see some collarbone and skin.

There's the average girl for you. There's what the media has done, there's the damage that has torn innocence apart. This airbrushed society has hammered into the minds of the people, a perfect 36-24-36, that's what you'll have to have if you want love in this world. Society screaming out at you, conform to tall, skinny, conform to pretty, witty, conform to dirty nitty gritty, throw that hip bone out and strike a pose! Hairless, shameless, breathless - Girl, this world is yours for the making, be pretty or be left behind.

That's what the world says. And people actually wonder at the increase in depression, suicide, anorexia, bulimia, drugs, sex, alcohol - Its not an increase in damaging issues, its an increase of young people trying to find their worth in things that cannot define what they're worth. This generation has become a lost generation, lost in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, the shining lights of partying, dancing, drinking, lost in trying to be beautiful, this generation is lost and broken and loveless. Selfish, advantage-seeking, insecure. In a bid to become perfect, we have made this generation all the more aware of their imperfections and flaws - and they feel that is wrong. Its wrong to be, less than perfect. Where is the sense in that?



So tell me, what's ugly? The people, or society?