A picture really does speak a thousand words, especially one that a narcissist tweets of herself that she thinks is cute/attractive/socially acceptable/sexy (barf). I kid you not, my friends, this is Exhibit A. Can you say capital-T, Tart? Even if I am ugly on the outside, my emotional innards are FAR prettier than the reflection Exhibit A is hoping to see when she gazes into the mirror. I think even the mirror would have a hard time lying to her. Actually, I'm pretty sure that her external appearance matches her internal one quite closely. I'd say this picture is the perfect representation of precisely what she is.
What's funny to me is that girls like this don't actually have any self-esteem to speak of, and so they walk around snapping photos of themselves, like the ones on her Twitter account, thinking that it will make them feel better but in actuality, it never does. I just...don't get it. Does she think she looks good? Does she think this is attractive? Would she care if she realized that most people who look at this who have any sort of self-respect wouldn't find this attractive at all? I'm someone who believes that women, all women, deserve respect, even when they don't expect if for themselves...but holy hell does this girl make it hard to maintain that value.
Instead of feeling bad for her, I'll just lob some of her insults right back in her direction: Um, like honey? Your outfit is causing my retinas an intense amount of pain & I plan on billing you. And like, I totally get that your nickname from the "meat department" is babydoll, but we all know that there are a ton of morons out there right? Like, um, were you drunk when you picked out that outfit? No? Wait, what's that? Oh, I see. So you picked it out for a Mermaid Parade? Like, um, what? I mean, how old are you, twenty three? Cause, I'm pretty sure that only three-year-olds dress up in mermaid clothes and pretty-princess crowns and wait to meet Prince Charming. Like...I feel bad for those seven kids you plan on having, cause like, you're gonna be competing with your two-year-old daughters, like daily, and your sons will probably feel like you're emotionally raping them everyday. Gawd....like, bitches get stitches! (Whatever that means). I know you think you're hot, but damn gurrrrrrlllllllfrannnnd, PLEASE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON THAT ACTUALLY FIT YOU. Honey. didn't anyone ever tell you that you look like a chubby three-year-old in dress-up and that you aren't supposed to go out in public like that? Looks to me like SOMEONE needs to be slapped across the face with a little thing called the truth.
I mean, I could deal with this if she wasn't such a vapid, controlling, meddling, conniving selfish twit. But the fact that she is all of those things just makes this picture so sad that it's just a little bit funny. I go back and forth between those two feelings, but mostly I just have to laugh.