I am a minority and so is The Mannequin+. I will never see someone like me in the window dressing or on the cover of a fashion magazine. I will never see a Mannequin that represents my size in the storefront. We are marginalized. She smiled reflecting on her choice of word. She can only recall one, extremely notable, occasion when she actually saw a well-appointed Mannequin+, the same exact model she set up on her first run across the room with the squealing wagon song. That mannequin was barely noticeable. Practically treated like an eyesore, she thought as she tried to remember what That Mannequin+ was wearing.