Long ago there lived a woman unlike any other.

Perfection, that was the word most frequently used to describe her. Her body looked as if it had been carved by gods and she had long locks that accented her body perfectly. Her icy eyes sparkled and her skin was smooth like silk. Men lusted after her but women loathed her and her unatural beauty. Under that perfect white smile there was a twisted smirk. She tortured other women, reminded them that they would never be her. Perfection’s reign lasted for many years until one day she faded away and was gone. As time without perfection progressed people began to forget discovered a new form of perfection. They started finding perfection in each other, they realized that everyone has a different idea of perfection. The world was happier.

Now, years later she comes back. Stronger and crueler she surrounds our world and poisons our society. Slowly we're starting to forget that there is variety in perfection, it is not a monotonous concept. We try our hardest to fight back but her hold is strong and those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.