If I were in a book, I'd want it to say things like, "As Sara got up that morning, she let her long, luxurious brown hair flow down her back gently as she woke up. She trudged to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and looked at her reflection. She had deep, midnight blue eyes, and dark olive skin that went w/ her nearly black hair perfectly. She was slim yet curvy at the same time, a feat most women never achieve. In essence, she was beautiful."
But sadly, my decription reads more like this: " As Sara woke up that morning she stumbled lut of bed, already knowing that her hair was a mess. She fumled around her dirty laundry basket for clean clothesa, digging up jeans she'd worn twice already, her beat up IU Law shirt, and unmatching socks. She trudged to the bathroom and gasped in horror at what had happend to her bangs. She brushed her teeth, then did her best to fix her hair, but abandonded it in hopes of having time to eat breakfast. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown, non-cooperative hair curled, looped, and waved it's way around eating her head. Her skin was a crispy croissantshade, but she wished it was a tinge darker. Her figure was round. Just round and poofy, kind of pear shaped. If she grabbed her stomach fat and pressed it against a wall it made a seal. She hated her appearance."
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