Tell me how you achieved

This level of outward perfection.

How did you fool the world?

How did you make them believe

That this beauty was natural?

I look at you

And feel faintly envious.

Every curl is arranged.

Your face is pure and painted

Like a Japanese doll.

Every curve in your body

Makes a path for the eye.

Everything from your shoes

To your handbag

Is effortless.

You are beautiful—

A perfect painted doll—

And it almost covers up the fact

That you're a total

Bitch.