When you’re broken, the illusion you put out into the world is always better than the real you that you’re forced to confront every day.

I know this abundantly well, it’s not only why I dress the way I do, it’s how I’ve made my fortune dressing others the way they need the world to see them.

As long as the world loves you, it doesn’t matter if you hate yourself right?

Self-worth is antithetical to sales.

Confidence is the enemy of capitalism.

Body positivity? Hah, I’m thin and I still wear undergarments to make my body look absolutely snatched.

The only reason I care about plus size is because the wider the girl, the more they pay to look decent to the world.

It’s not only the bigger ones I target.

Too short? Wear heels like me to stand up to titans.

Too plain? Make up to accentuate any decent feature you or change your face entirely in the worst circumstances.

Even those who think nothing is wrong with them that they’re just average, I convince them nothing is worse than average.

Bad angled mirrors and bad lighting in the front of my store, great angles and the best lighting possible in the dressing rooms.

Making the worst of us look our best sounds clever when you make yourself a villain, I really meant the worst looking.

Don’t act like I’m any worse than any other person selling you a product.

If someone is desperate enough, they skip the clothes and go to a doctor, switch out leggings for liposuction, Balenciaga for botox, outfits for Ozempic.

Whether they go under the knife or get needles perforating their skin, those punctures and stings are nothing compared to the way they destroy themselves inside.

Once you realize we’ve created a world systematically designed to never let you be content, to never let you be happy with what you have, you can exploit it.

The gods molded us and we decided we could perfect the creation, that hubris has resulted in even the most genuine expressions of joy, a smile to be fake as anything else.

As makeup is to skin, veneers are to teeth. Purely cosmetic, designed to hide the organic nature of wear and tear on our most exposed bones.

Cracks, misalignment, stains, or any blemish you can think of, these bits of resin hide just another part of us to be ashamed by.

As fake as a smile can get, well almost as fake.

Sunshine, we both know what the fakest is. Like veneers, your smile hides all the things we should be ashamed of, the cracks in your psyche, the blemishes on your soul, or how misaligned your morals are.

What happens when the facade fails?

The smile breaks and the things you once hid intensify, the cracks are full fractures, the blemishes are there more than the original white. It reminds you of everything you’re ashamed of, it reminds you you’re what’s broken, you’re more rotten than your abyss of a mouth and all that’s good about you is a disguise.