Looks

Time to write!

I'm aware that this will hail to the "Uglies" series by Scott Westerfield but I still want to write this and am convinced that if I continued I could twist it up. 

In a world where everyone is beautiful, no one really is. When everyone looks the same, physical attraction dies away. A world which once prized individuality is lost, and suddenly the idea of arranged marriages is no longer so archaic.

This is the world I live in. My name is Emma Crane. I have black hair that falls to the bottom of my shoulder blades, cut straight across, with bangs that swoop strongly to the left to hide the fluffy hairs that always want to frizz up on my left temple. My eyes are green and what you would call wide-set. I would not call them wide-set, nor would anyone else in Unisity, because all of our eyes are the same distance apart. My mother's eyes are also green. So are my sister's. Same as the eyes of all my female classmates. And their mothers and sisters. My nose, like everyone else's, is mostly straight but turns up just slightly at the end to appear "perky", and my cheeckbones are high and naturally pink.

I take no pride in my thin physique caused by my naturally high metabolism, and I find no joy in what would be considered "perfect" proportions, because here, "perfect" is simply status quo. In the entire city, there is a weight range of ten pounds and a height range of five inches.

When Unisity's scientists first began doing their genetic engineering experiments on willing participants, outsiders called them mad scientists or unethical cloners. But we are not clones. We are merely all created to look like one another, to form a society of perfect beauty.

I want to write about how the concept of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is no longer relevant, and about Emma's finace and about the plot but I'm too tired to write anymore now. I like the idea we have going here though.