Shoes! Bags! Jeans! Jackets! Scarves! Glares! Make-up! Dresses! Dresses! Shoes and Dresses!

Is it just me, or are you people really trying to make me jump up and down and scream
my lungs out until..just until someone comes up to me and pays me enough to shut up? So
with that money I can travel to Paris, to London, to New York and buy all the dresses and shoes and make-up I see Blake Lively, Leighton Meester, Paris Hilton, Mila Kunis wear, and become as beautiful and adored and loved as them?

Oh, look at those Louboutin shoes, those Gucci bags, those Chanel dresses! How beautiful.
How pleasing to the eye. Much better than summer's first rays of sunshine.
I envy those faces that adorn Inglot's make-up, those legs that wear the most glamorous
stockings. Believe me if I were a little more richer, I would buy the chicest clothes,
travel around the globe and be the most envied one around.

But I shall try and be content with a few Mango and Promod and Chemistry dresses, a few
pairs of Catwalk and CnK shoes, three or four glares from Idee and Aldo and junk and
jewellery and bags and make-up from MAC and The Body Shop and Accessorize and more.
I will try, I said. I will try to satiate my insatiable desire to shop and own the most
coveted dresses.
But how? How can I try with these perfectly shaped and gorgeously dressed women around?
I can't. Because when I come across them, I am nothing but awed and all I want to do is want to be one them at that point of time!

They say that beauty never lasts, it fades away in time. They say that beauty comes from
within and not what is seen outside. They say what we wear, what we hold is not what matters
but what lies deep in our hearts is what speaks at the end.
But tell me, would any of any of you choose a simple life with bread and butter and shabby
clothes and a kind heart over money, fame and glamour and the life we all dream of?
You wouldn't. We are not saints here. We are selfish creatures who would go to any extreme
to get what we want. And it is not a plain, simple life of monotonous satisfaction. It is
euphoria and deep despair, laughter and the piercing pain that we crave the most.

So, masochistic little souls, no matter how perfect and convincing you might be at being a hypocrite and saying you'll choose the former, I'm just not willing to believe you.