Please.
Beauty standards are evil and I’m sick of the idea that women who look like me are vain and evil and hate other women.
Motherfucker half the reason I do all this stuff is because I love hanging with other women and sharing arcane beauty knowledge.
Like I’m literally putting my inner self visibly on display. I could very easily choose to hide behind the mask that chance provided… but no, I spend hours painting on my personality so you can get an idea of what I’m like just by looking at me.
Like it may not be natural but neither is the empire state building, but it’s not fake, I’m a real manufactured being, I’m not artificial silk, baby, I’m real polyester.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 