Strange wholesomeness

Chapter two: the barbie doll

He wasn’t in his best mood today. Not that any day before was much different. Somehow everything seemed like a failure recently. He was at his peak, everyone acknowledged that he was the hot stuff. He had everything he dreamed about yet felt like a failure. You are still so young, hold on for a while more, it will pay off in the future. But he kept feeling suffocated. He tried escaping but there was no escape from success like his. The perfect face kept staring at everyone from the billboards tempting people to buy things they didn’t need just with the illusion of being like him. He was a product and he knew about it. And it was a perfect product able to sell any other product with just a smile. He was perfect from every angle. 

Yet he tried to escape this even though it’s exactly what he was working on for all those years starving himself, pushing his body to its limits and showing everyone what a perfect machine he was. 

Because of all those thoughts, he became surprisingly good at escaping recently. Hiding behind his no-makeup look and messed up hair, he was almost unrecognizable. He roamed the streets without purpose just to escape those expecting looks from everyone around him. Suddenly for some strange reason, something in his head told him that he desperately needed strawberries. It was strange, he lost appetite for most foods a long time ago. Eating wasn’t something he could do out of his will or a momentary taste. So this thought surprised him enough to make him surrender to the urge. He looked at the menu of a coffee he just passed and to his amusement, they had a strawberry smoothie in the middle of November. Another coincidence. A grown-up man munching on a strawberry smoothie like a 5-year-old. But he shrugged off the thought and bought the damn thing. But just as he was going to leave the coffee he saw a poster on the other side of the street. A poster of his perfect face flirting with the camera as if it was his long-awaited lover. He was disgusted looking at the features that looked like him but yet felt so unfamiliar. It couldn’t be me, he thought. But after all those surgeries performed on his face to make it perfect, he had no hopes, it was just the way he ended. A barbie doll with stunning eyes and plump lips. And this was exactly the moment he heard the gasp and felt a warm touch on his hand. 

> Excuse me, are you blind?- He knew English but wasn’t using it too often so it took him a while to understand the woman who just invaded his private space. She dared to touch his hand as if he was her friend. And then he saw it. A part of his strawberry sin on her no longer perfectly white outfit and papers around her feed the threw while abruptly standing up.