[ WP ] You die and and welcomed into the afterlife but first you must design the avatar that you use for the rest of eternity . Describe the creation process .

Everyone must have the same first reaction when given the opportunity to change how you look for the rest of eternity. 
 
 I thought of all those people I had been jealous of back on Earth: the kids who never had acne in high school, the guy down my dorm hall Freshman year who girls were magnetically attracted to, the rich consultants and lawyers who went to Yale law and looked the part, the dos equis-lookalike retirees who seemingly stayed in shape without even trying. 
 
 The possibilities were endless, and I could pull from my wildest fantasies to make me into what I had always wanted to be. 
 
 I started with my hair. No more receding hairline. And that awkward cowlick on the back of my head: gone. My hair is blonder, longer, shinier, less frizzy, exactly what I'd always wanted it to be. 
 
 Next was my nose. Shorter and flatter. I had always thought my nose was too big. I hated how it looked from an angle. 
 
 I changed everything. I made my ears smaller, my cheekbones higher, teeth whiter, my shoulders broader, my chest more toned, my muscles more defined, my feet less fat. I changed things that people had never noticed. But I had noticed, and now I had the option to forget the way they were and change them into how I always envisioned they should be. 
 
 I looked up and saw the avatar I had created. He looked nothing like me. He was taller, had a better body, was sure to get more attention. He would've been the most popular kid in high school, and would've had no trouble getting a girlfriend in college. His eyes were bluer and his smile was better. But he was n't me. 
 
 I erased my avatar and started over. 
 
 I made him look like me. 
 
 With the uncertainty the afterlife brings, I had one comfort: I was myself, and could be myself, because I was welcomed into the afterlife, not someone else.
