Imperfects

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My name is Sarah. I'm not gonna tell you all about my life just yet, but I'm going to tell you how our society works so you can understand my story better.

Our society is a society based off of perfection. Basically everyone is perfect. No flaws. No scars. No messy or frizzy hair. No acne. No birth marks or stretch marks. Everyone That is of the age 13-65 must be 110 pounds or less to be selected into the perfect society.

Everyone is part of everything. Their always up with the new trends and they all have special talents. Everyone who is perfect has the ideal family, 2 parents, mom and dad, and 2 children, boy and girl and a pet of their choice. All men have jobs and all women are stay at home moms. Everyone is payed the same salary. Their able to spend their money however they want they just can't give it to others, because the government says it will "mess up the system."

The government has chosen to get rid of all religions because they cause people to lead others to imperfection which makes no sense to me. Everyone has a perfect home with perfect furniture. Their houses are always clean.

The freedoms they do have are that they can shop wherever they want. Drive whatever car they want. Eat whatever thy want. And have as many friends as they want. The teenagers live normal teenage lives their just all perfect. They can have girlfriends and boyfriends whenever they want.

Just because people are perfect on the outside does not necessarily mean they are perfect on the inside. People hurt. People cheat on others. Get angry and mad. People love. And people hate. Is just how it is.

But. There is one thing in the society that isn't all perfect and amazing. That is the little part of society that holds, the imperfects. The people who have that birthmark. Or the people who have acne and frizzy hair. The people who don't weigh exactly 110 pounds.
I am one of those people. I am categorized in the imperfects because yes I have frizzy hair and I get acne every now and then, and last but not least. The one reason I hate the most. I weigh 123.4 pounds. They weigh everyone every month and decide if the are perfect or imperfect. Unfortunately it's the way I'm built, I can get as skinny as I want but I will always be more than 110 pounds. I've tried everything I could to lose the weight. But now I've given up. I don't know why I wanted to go into the perfect society anyway. It makes me sick. How this society judges people by their outside appearances. Also I don't want to leave the imperfect society because all my friends and family are here. Unlike the perfect society I am an only child with only my mother with me because my father left us for the perfect society.

The only thing about the society is that everyone goes to the same school, despite the rules. It's not much of a difference because the perfect never talk to, or even look at the imperfects, but we don't care, well we do care because I mean who wouldn't want to fit in with everyone. But we just choose to stick together and ignore the perfects. Yes they don't talk to us but they do talk about us. We hear their comments but we just ignore them and pretend they don't phase us. We have had people in the imperfect society commit suicide or run away to somewhere and we've had people go mad. It's really sad and terrible how a society can cause someone to go mad.

Our part of the state is fenced off from the perfects part of the state. We have the same amount of space it's just the stores and businesses and schools are in the middle of our parts. The middle is the only place the perfects and imperfects mix. The adults don't seem to be so mean to each other they just ignore the other and go on with their lives.

All together it's pretty complicated. But you will get it. Anyway that's how our stupid society works. So enjoy my story.