She wasn't beautiful in the traditional sense. In fact, "plain" was the perfect adjective to describe nearly everything about her. Maybe "average" would do.
She was a blue-eyed blonde, but not in a sexy lifeguard kind of way. More like a trim librarian. She fit squarely in the middle of height and weight, exactly average for her age. A middle child with no distinguishing traits--no birthmarks, no exotic features, no dimples.
The only remarkable thing about Jane was just how incredibly ordinary she was. She often received comments on her appearance--not catcalls from men in passing vehicles or the offer to buy her drinks--just simple comments telling her how much she looked like a stranger's cousin, or childhood best friend, or college roommate. She received these comments so often that Jane was convinced she must have hundreds of doppelgangers spread across the world. And she continually pitied these stranger's cousins, childhood best friends, and college roommates for how ordinary their appearance--and life--must be.
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