Couture

This piece is an exploration of my distorted self-image.

If I keep eating the way I am eating now, things should be great. I hate to admit it, but I guess I have to. I would love to have fragile bony shoulders, a well-defined clavicle line and that scandalous slouched model look. Skinny arms that don't spread around when pressed against my body. Incredibly thin wrists and thin delicate fingers. A 60cm waist and a flawless stomach which I won't have to suck in anymore. Long skinny legs which will look simply perfect in designer skinny jeans.


This right here is exactly what is wrong with this world.