Catwalk every runway.
Fragile and thin.
Pose in Dior and Prada.
Take the lead on every starting trend.
Pale, skinny, perfect.
You are every guys fantasy
Another girls reason on becoming a bulimic wannabe.
Yet Vogue isn't to be blamed.
Starving is step one.
Carbs aren't shown in fashion.
Diet coke is all you crave for, your look.
Perfect tone.
Perfect body.
Disturbed mind.......... Empty.
You do just about anything for Louis Vuittion.
Look at it this way, you are the Barbie.
Remember past.
Remember broke.
Remember chewing?
When you were a young girl.
Before fashion became the blood in your weak thin veins. The blood cells that flow threw passing every nerve cell.
First a dream now reality.
A model clothed, covered in Armani.
The inspiration you think about when striking that famous pose.
That face you now own, that body you cloned.
Look out, competition is in the session.
Prepared you are.
Yvens Saint Laurent stilettos, 8 inch of glamor diamond rocks.
Ready to stomp on any girl who tries taking your spot!
No matter what, alert with a knife, thats sharp, ready to slice a new face that enters your line.
Anytime, Any day, you are queen.
The high fashion beauty.
by me
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