Hard to believe these two girls even belong to the same species isn’t it? But wait. Let’s look at the potential in the one on the left. Imagine her perched in heels instead of so sensibly grounded in flats. Rip off that monstrosity of a paper mache frock and give her a tight, curve hugging dress. She does have curves, they just aren’t highlighted. An ample augmentation to her bust line would give her something to jiggle and be proud of. That face…. brrrrrr. How about a big goofy grin: teeth polished and veneered, lips plumped up and colored, a constant cheerful attitude. If she lost that phone and forgot about her career she’d have the time and inclination to keep her hair bouncy and bright, and her skin clear and soft. With those adjustments, none magical or impossible, she could give the model on the right a run for her money. She’d be shorter, curvier, less striking, but for those very reasons, more fuckable, more eager to serve, filled with gratitude.
If you can’t find true love, don’t blame the prettier girls around you. Resolve to make yourself just as pretty and twice as dumb. Then happiness will find you.