ridiculously obsessed with beauty

Is it so ridiculous? I mean...really, is it? Siriously, think about it. Everywhere we go its there, hunting you. Waiting for you to slip and finally fall, once youre down, on the ground, then it attacks, and god knows when youll find the strength to stand on both feet again. Its tempting, its perfect, is eveil.

A whispering inner voice struggles with lust: "....be strong...."