My cheap gold rings turn my fingers green,
I fry my hair to straw.
My favorite pants have holes in them,
I wear a push-up bra.
My eyebrows and nails are store-bought as can be,
I had braces for two years to fix my teeth.
You can call me fake,
I don't really care.
Because the words that I write and the thoughts that I think,
I didn't pull out of thin air.