Number one- Bearded, Nike shoes, blue jeans, and a prestigious sweater.
Number two- Long hair, Vans sneakers, and round face
Number three- Long suede jacket, tall, pointy nose and small hands
Number four- Name brand jacket, skirt, ear morphs, short natural hair, and long fingers
Number five- “Fancy shoes,” suit, and tie
Number six- Mohawk looking haircut, chubby a little, black jacket and fat fingers
Do not wear
Black long boots with no logo, black hat not fitted, and nappy hair.
Do no wear a black and white hat, brown and grey jacket.
DO not have “Ramirez” book pack except you rocking renowned pant and jacket.
Do not leave you hair funky spunky.
Do not wear bright orange
Things that are okay
Do try to be yourself, but you must not follow: “I do not wear” as you will not be noticed
Pink backpack allowed.
Black North Face allowed.
Quality stuff perceived by society allowed.
But to stand out, you must follow rules one through six.
Don’t need to abide, it’s already in motion.
The New Code of Beauty- October 25th 2019
Glasses –okay
Large eyes- okay
Big nose- okay
Big breast and big boobs highly required
Pants below waist – Highly required
Pants at waist – okay
Big lips- okay
Low lips- okay
Lips- preference
Do be unique in your style.
Remember one size fits all.
Do abide by the motion or you will be left behind.
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