let lemons be angry

I realise it's not about looking perfect. I see about a thousand people every day, and find that the quirky people with their offbeat hair/noses/bodies are more attractive than the perfectly beautiful people who are a little too coiffed to have done much in a day.
Neither is it about how you style yourself. If anything, the girls with cute eyelashes and print dresses look all the same to me. They pasted on their image just to go out and stand there ordering strawberry juice.

The attractive people are the ones who look like they have come from somewhere and done something meaningful, or have travelled or worked out or believe in something. They look you in the eye. They talk to their babies, they hold stacks of handwritten notes in their hand, they make eccentric requests for their juices.

It's about really living. If you're just a mannequin trying on an image, it shows. Sundress, tattoo, suspenders, skinny jeans--they don't make you any different from what you are in your pjs at home. It takes more than your imagination and a magazine tearout to make you somebody.

I'm not saying that all the beautiful and dressed up people have no lives. All I'm saying is that if they would veer a little off the trends, and put back the quirks that perfection-consciousness erases, who they really are will come through more.

There's a little old lady who walks in miniscule steps around the shops every night. She has a full head of white hair, large glasses, and the most interesting dowdy clothes combinations. All I think of every time i see her is: I really want to know who she is.