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     When everyone is beautiful, the ugly ones are rare. And what’s rare, is beautiful.

 

     I’ve run through the merits of seeing everyone’s best. Their skinniest, happiest, prettiest selves. My doom scroll a rolodex: smiling, flexing, carpe-dieming strangers. Mine too, mind you. I’m only ever cheerful. Successful. Charismatic.  And I hate that.

 

     Show me the imperfect, last bastion of human experience. 

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     I’ve spent a decade collecting your misfits. These are my Poor Traits.