Tell me where it got you. Tell me where being pretty and mean got you. Tell me about all the ways in which having the perfect body and cruelest demeanor have helped you. Tell me what it’s like to be feared and not loved. Tell me what it’s like to live in a world so material you think any person you don’t like is just a stain that can be removed.
Tell me that you’re happy in your nice apartment with pretty kids and an alcoholic ex husband. Tell me you’re happy with your lack of friends and people talking about you behind your back. Tell me how being ruthless got you the fanciest car with nowhere meaningful to go. Tell me what it’s like to have children that only love you when you buy them new toys. Tell me what it’s like to love yourself only when you look perfect. Tell me what it’s like to be the kind of women men are terrified of because you ruin their lives and worry only about your manicure.
Tell me, is being perfect worth it?
