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As if she were not good enough, she colors and describes her life to appear more than, as if you would know from a single glance that she was less than.

Less than desirable.
Less than beautiful.
Less than brilliant.
Less than good enough.

She paints you a picture of herself that is less than accurate, and more than she believes herself to be. As if you couldn't care for her, in her actual skin or without her colorful stories.

Perhaps she believes that the right shade of lip color and hair that is styled just right, and shaded in many tints of gold and bronze will help you to value her more highly than she values herself. Is it possible that the right amount of enhanced breast, liberally exposed, and a surgically swollen mouth to suggest a bruised-lip sex appeal, in reality increases her value as a human being? Surely it increases her sense of self, if sex is a measure of worth, a commodity.

Her sex kitten a la Joey Heatherton facade is just the outer layer of her artifice. I wonder who she really is atop those 'fuck-me' pumps, and larger than real life stories.