It was some time between my boobs escaping security
and the jazzercise instructor asking a very obvious rethorical question
concerning fun, that I realised I had stumbled upon the well trodden
path of the pursuit of beauty.
In between the uphill battle to look good, feel good and be good,
life has become one constant pain in the arse. How I have only just
come to realise this I don’t know. Probably because I’ve been so
blinded by the goal and so mesmerised by the rewards that I forgot
to check the race that I was in. Considering that of 22 years of age
I have remarkably (so far) avoided the rat race, how I could so willingly
enter the trivial pursuit of beauty with my genetic makeup and
embarrising lack of concentration is as bewildering as the race itself.

So this zine is a dedication to the pursuit of beauty. May it one day
become a dead end backstreet to the more important things in life*.

*which we will also cover.