bekiii

My mum screwed your dad and I am the unwanted bastard sister that youre afraid to admit exists. You slather yourself in fake tan to hide me but Im always there. You highlight your mousy brown hair and I tell you to go all the way, bottle blonde, hit the peroxide.

You want to be as skinny as the girls in magazines? Develop a drug habit. Cocaine for breakfast and speed to keep you going, fuck the Atkins diet, just dont eat. Forget about the gym, just have more sex. You lie in bed, too weak to move, too sore to turn over, only then will you have achieved the beauty that you seek.

Self-harm is a day without makeup, throwing your mobile phone away. Guerrilla art, selfless vandalism beauty in the gutters, the stairwells of your stinking third floor flat. These are the things that make me love you as a sister.

I will love you because you werent born beautiful. Artificial attraction; dye your hair, draw on your skin, dress up everyday. Conceal your faults, wear too much eyeliner, drink more vodka, smoke cigarettes in the non-smoking section. Prostitute yourself at the bus stop. Wake up smelling of semen and caked in last nights makeup. Develop a same sex crush and become obsessed. Treat your sketchbook as you would a Bible.

Now, do you understand rock n roll?