I know I am beautiful.
Haven’t you ever looked at my profile picture?
You ignorant fool!
Haven’t you seen my beautiful eyes?
The curvy lashes blackened with mascara
and the blue lenses that hide the blackness in my eyes,
My powdered cheeks and my delicate nose
I just got it done up,
“a little push upwards would make it glamorous”
my doctor had said,
and the story of my rosy lips is famous all over the world
Can’t you see the natural pout I have got?
I am beautiful you know,
the most beautiful girl in the world.
And how is my body?
the silicon pride with which my breasts are puffed
Isn’t the cleavage grand?
I know you like looking at them
that is why I got them
and my nearing zero size hips
I have starved enough to get them,
and what about my tight, round ass
don’t you admire the curve?
when I move in my Zara pants
and my feet, well I haven’t done anything with my feet
I left them natural and the heels do the trick.
Then I have filtered all the imperfections left
thanks to the camera in my smartphone
to elevate my beauty, to make known
as I once knew, that I am beautiful
and I am beautiful now,
I am beautiful for you.