*sigh*
In my other book, TCFM, I briefly mentioned how the girl is always perfect.
Well, this is a follow-up on that.
This also kind of joins together with the chapter "Starbucks & Ethnicity".
In many stories, the guy or girl is described as "flawless" or "perfect". Clear skin, chiseled features, hourglass figure, toned abs, crystal blue eyes, all that and a bag of chips.
But, realistically, almost nobody is like that. And yes, no matter how many times you describe your characters' "emerald green eyes", they most likely look like regular green eyes.
And in those really cliché books with the popular girl who is the cheer captain and all that, it's even worse.
Golden blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, sky blue eyes, plump pink lips, perfectly carved curves, teeth as straight as 180 degrees and as white as the sun, plus tons and TONS of money.
We can't be perfect. Nobody is. Even Miranda Sings isn't perfect. And that's acceptable because this is reality.
And we all have our flaws. I'm ugly af, I have frizzy hair, I have the body of a 7-year-old boy, heck, I'm the biggest geek in the school, and I accept that.
I think I went too far. Long story short, nobody, not even fictional characters, can be perfect.
Amen.
