• Plastic little dolls line the shelves of the store.
    Their face is frozen in an emotionless trance.
    Their eyes all the same, manufactured to glitter in the light.
    They are all tied down to cold cardboard, waiting for someone to use their money to free them.
    Their plastic covering their box showcase their slim bodies, dressed in cloths that barley cover their bodies.
    And yet, little girls everywhere are aspiring, to buy them, idol them, and even one day be them.
    Fake, plastic, and tied down to the pressure to be like everyone else…I pity them.



    by :meepa_chan heart