Humans are so fickle. They either come at my backbone, my foundation if you will, backwards rather than consuming me as originally intended. Or what’s worse, they cast my backbone aside as if to tell me I’m not good enough. Occasionally they will pick things off of me. I don’t like that either; it’s hurtful. In my hopes of pleasing humans, there are so many choices they don’t even realize I make each day about my physique. Shall I choose trim and fit or go all out thick and full? And what make-up do a wear? Do I go white or something in a red tone? And accessorize? Oh boy that is tough. Some thing I wear are beautiful, but once I get a little hot they can get down right ugly! I only hope I can please them