A story of self convincing
October 22, 2009 § 2 Comments
Well, they fucking do. And they have the jobs and the boyfriend we want and they attend the parties and get drunk with designers and hear their stories, like that one time they overdozed. Of course, these gorgeous folk only exist to make us feel bad or worse about ourselves. That’s right, you haven’t had self esteem issues until someone as gorgeous stares at you in the face. I mean in real life. Because to make myself feel better about my average length and intricate face, I have decided that so long as there are only photographs and films, we do not co-exist in the same universe. Meaning, all the models and the pretty people live in a different place with all the ghosts and the goblins that scare me at night. So long as we don’t run into each other, they are not in my world and it is simply useless to be threatened by them.
Don’t you wish this was a blog where I posted what I wear-almost as daily as the other “style blogs” have done so? I fucking wish I could. And I probably would, I just don’t think you are ready for it yet.
But if you should know, on a daily basis I am just dressed in tights and a one piece. No kidding.