I visited the doll factory today, though I usually keep it at bay. Society is frequently consumed by them all, but just remember dear: Don't you dare fall. Every doll looks the same, porcelain, white, and oh-so mundane. Plastic faces stare at me through sallow eyes. Merely caricatures of their former selves;   seized by stolen lies. They tell me that this is beautiful, "Be thin, be pretty---be perfect." But this is the ultimate test. Do I want to be myself, or molded like all of the rest? I may have battled my own insecurities. Perpetual thoughts of lesser degrees. But when i visited the doll factory today, I wanted nothing else but to be Myself.