She is the porcelain doll that sits inside the toy store window.
She is the picture of beauty, contentment, and perfection - the very thing a world of young girls earnestly long for as they gaze upon the doll's perfect complexion.
Her china blue eyes stare expressionlessly out the window, telling the world she is content, and her scarlet lips seem to whisper, "Only beauty is required."
She is the porcelain beauty in the toy store window.
She is the standard by which I will no longer measure my worth.
For although she is beautiful, she is also breakable.