When I was little, I liked dressing my Barbies because it made me feel powerful, but now I realize it was the opposite: they had the power. The power to change me, to infulence my growth and my mind. It's fashion. It's GUILTY. They fucked me up, and now I am just a VICTIM.
BEAUTY IS A LIE. It is simply a dogma that society has established. Beauty does not exist as we want it. Perfection does not exist (although I have my doubts on this, because I have seen many perfect things in my life, such as McQueen's creations, but let's not talk about that). We are all trapped into this sort of spider web, which blinds us from seeing real beauty, real shapes and ourselves.
Fashion is a lie. Fashion doesn't mean beauty. Fashion is just an excuse, for our sick minds, an alibi for our psychosis. It's like a rotten apple: appetizing on the outside, but rotten on the inside. Our souls are corrupt.
Don't fuck with it!
I would kill for FASHION.
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