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In the mirror, a goddess from a glossy magazine: lips as if drawn by a pastry chef, breasts like balloons under her pajamas, and a waist that dances to the rhythm of the beat. Eyes linger, suitors make plans, girlfriends are jealous, and the guys in the group just laugh. Because behind all this bright display is emptiness made of silicone and cosmetics. Beauty seems to be whole, but for some reason there is less and less of a person in it.