“she is made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.”

my heels click, click, clack on the floor as i show my possible buyer the new model.

“her fingers, 5 on each hand, are greed, sloth, pride, envy, and gluttony, while her wrists are lust and wrath. her chest and hips are manipulative, and her waist is ill-tempered. her feet are stubborn, her calves inconsiderate, her thighs jealous. her arms are disloyal, and she has humorless eyes, a conceited nose, and belittling mouth. her hair is pure arrogance.”

“and why,” my client asks, “would i want such a model? why would i want a model with only flaws?”

“because, the value is in the stitching, my friend. we use threads of pure intention, good intention, loving intention, to name a few.

“let me think on it,” he says, and walks slowly through the halls, observing the models we have on display.

i glance up at the flawed model. truly, it’s a feat of engineering. to use such contradicting elements was tough work, and we had almost given up. _such a marvel_, i think to myself.

but as i look in the mirror, the sinking feeling plummets through my insides. the same one that happens every time i show this particular model. because when i gaze into my reflection on the glass, all i see are fingers & wrists made of the 7 deadly sins. i see ill-tempered, jealous, and disloyal body parts. i see that my auburn hair is really pure arrogance, and my cherry red lips are belittling.

because when i look at this model, all i can see is an image of myself.