She was beautiful, but it was a creation: her nose had been broken and rebuilt, her lips inflated, her chin sculpted, her eyes stripped of their excess flesh, altered with contacts, and her hair dyed, cut, burnt, and then extended. They removed the blemishes from her skin, and coloured it, giving it a natural texture from unnatural elements, while shaping her breasts and siphoning away the extra fat in her thighs.

And, finally, when it was over, months after the creation began, she stepped, reborn, reimagined, from the clinics, and her head began grace the covers of magazines.

It has been suggested that beauty is not about perfection, or about features that will set one apart from another; instead, it is about being average. It is said, by these same people, that a beauty arises when there are no distinguishing features, when every part of a person is of average shape and design, that beauty begins with the smooth and average flow of their body.

It could be argued, then, that this girl (and thousands like her) had spent thousands of dollars to look average.