Her skin is a lot smoother than mine. Making it smooth was hard, and bits of the plaster bandages still peek out. I held her and sanded her down over and over again, but sandpaper would just scratch my skin. I laughed too much when I made her, so now she can’t stop smiling. She doesn’t look like me, because she’s not me… not really. She’s different underneath her skin. Both from herself, and from me. The inside of her face smells like E6000.
She gives me a little bit of a headache when I wear her out even if her eyes are a lot like mine… Maybe a little asymmetrical, but then again, so am I.
