Oops! did I break something? Funny how all I do is exist, floating in with perfect curls, lashes curled like I planned your downfall, scissors sparkling like jewelryand suddenly everyone on lolg collapse in emotional shambles.

I'm not even trying. This isn’t effort, it’s just what happens when you're stitched to perfection. I'm a living masterpiece wrapped in lace and mischief. You train. You sweat. I twirl. I win!

Honestly, if your ego can’t survive a little beauty with sharp scissors, maybe don’t queue up next time. I’m not responsible for the drama I cause, I’m just too pretty for peace.