I want to be a model. I want to stand perfectly still and be loved only for my beauty..beauty not earned but received from chance through birth...loved for my looks alone and not my thoughts.
Like a piece of art.
Its the only way to live forever. People will admire my statuesque beauty, to the point that no one will even realize when I have become deceased. I will be admired as warm flesh showcasing exuberant beauty even as I am dead and decomposing from the inside out right in front of their very eyes.
oh, to be beautiful and fulfill such a vain definition of perfection.