Superficial

I wonder if there's any chance that I will inspire someone, someday, to take photos of me. Yeah, yeah! I know a lot of people have taken photos of me before, at parties, in bed, blablabla. But that's not what I'm talking about. I mean photos in real situations, I'd still be posing, of course, but I could wear all my ridiculous panties and bras and shorts and t-shirts and hand made vests and shaggy hair and dark rings under my puffy eyes. Just me, as natural as it gets, showing my crotch, my unshaved arm pits, my cellulitis. I'm sure I'd still look bad ass and beautiful. I could be hugging my stuffed animals, or playing with my guinea pig or just walking into the wild.

I would like a photo of me with my nipples showing through the pre-teen-t-shirt. Oh! and let's not forget about my belly, my big big belly with tiny hairs all over it.

Then I could like have sex with the photographer, because of course, he thinks I'm the most imperfect and pretty little thing there is. And then, he would go to a magazine and show his conceptual and deep deep work and they will be like "oh man! this is amazing. Actually this one is going to be our cover, because is such a powerful image, blablabla...".

And then, one day, I'm gonna be walking down the street, and then going inside one of those parties for scene people, which I'm not, by the way, and they're all gonna smile at me, because they can tell that I'm the girl from the magazine. The one with saggy boobs and perfect hair and wild eyebrows and bad wrinkles in her face because she smiles so much.