MISSPLASTICHRIST IS:

[missplastichrist]

A superficial whore. A plastic snore. A ladida we know so well. The boy we never talked to.

I have a gorgon stare surrounded by supernova white skin, so never look directly at me. There's nothing worse than the slackjawed or the fangirls blinded by the glitter on my scars. My voice is monotone and electronic so you'll only ever hear me with an incessant bass backbeat, talking 21st century trite. When I smile it appears as an untuned television set and sounds like thunder in the distance. I have the odor of metal on skin covered by petals and stolen Chanel scent.

I wear no labels but I'm still all for vanityVogue and I can't help but be in awe at centre page spreads when makeup looks like art and girls look like skeletons. We've been trained to, but it's the emaciation story behind the skinnygirl I prefer to the thinness of her limb and the process of application rather than result with makeup. Getting ready is sometimes more enjoyable than going out, and I find peace in sitting in front of the mirror with a set of brushes.