Bright billboards and all these glossy magazines are plastered with gods and goddesses, beauty radiating. Mortals such as I can do nothing but gawk at such perfection. But is it real? Or is it merely an enchantment brought about by Photoshop and make-up? This we know and yet we long for that face, that body, that color. Because we want to be praised, to be admired, to be worshiped, to be beautiful. Or just to be accepted.