Dichotomy and androgyny

They tell you you’re pretty.

She tells you, “You’re beautiful. You went from a 9 to a 16.”

Is this a compliment made to make me feel better about myself?

All dolled up. First time wearing this much fucking makeup in my life.

I screamed for my life as I finally got brave and she plucked my eyebrows for me. Thanks ma.

They told me to...thanks.

I guess I don’t really mind changing this body of mine since I don’t really feel connected to it much anyway.

I’ll do anything for my job, I can do anything for my job.

1)Learn to wear heels over the weekend.

✔ learned to wear heels in a day Bitch.

Finally shaved my legs to not get judged at just how much I don’t give a fuck...but they pay you to fit a mold and to fit in a box.

“I am pretty oh so pretty...but I don’t look anything like me is this reflection in the mirror really me?"

And do they like me, do they really like me?

Oh I doubt it. I really doubt it.

They like what they see, they see what they wanna see and I let them see what they want me to be...because it is impossible.

So I will change from time to time from frame to frame.

Change the hair, change the face, change the clothes, chameleon on the rogue.

Do you only see me when I am 5'4 in platform heels and wearing a pound of foundation?

Do you only want to talk to me when my hair is every color of the rainbow?

Do I stand out from the crowd now?

Should I love myself now because everyone thinks they like me now?

Oh what a joke.