JEFFREE STAR

BREATHE ELECTRIC
TEEN HEARTS
LOVE VIA DANCE MACHINE

Hi, my name's Jeffree Star and one time God told me it was unhealthy to be so popular, that's probably why I'm sick all the time. Go and buy some sunglasses because the future is bright pink, bitch.
[sorry if we can't all be unoriginal] but I have a mold to break.

I m a billboard, advertising your aging confidence, self-destruction and sagging self-esteem.

The appearance of my own body is cut and dissected every time I breathe. My horror of beauty is not when I m laying naked on the bathroom floor, but when I m staring at myself, wondering what s underneath the painted-on feelings and made-up eyes. I m not a fucking beauty queen. When I walk into the bathroom, I m not getting pretty.. I m destroying myself. Repairing myself from the damage I ve done. Whether YOU like it or NOT. The ceiling of fear crashes down on me when I pick up the latest fashion magazine and find that no one else looks like me. But what is ME? Where has the word "real" gone to? Maybe reality is blonde hair, plastic body parts, tan skin and porcelain teeth? I think it s sweaty skin, smeared lipstick and a big mouth, being afraid of nothing and truly LOVING yourself without BEING someone else. The vanity sanctuary will keep me safe and you can try to break me down but you re only hurting yourself, just like you re supposed to be doing.


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JEFFFREE STAR
BREATHE ELECTRIC
TEEN HEARTS
LOVE VIA DANCE MACHINE