Suzanna

The Mirrori Diaries: 12.10.08

I like staring. I’ve spent all day staring at a variety of ladies. Skinny ones, fatty ones, pretty ones, not-so-pretty ones. And I’ve managed to stare each and every one of them out. How? I just make them feel really uncomfortable. Take for example, the woman who looked perfectly fine. She came and stood in front of me. And I just knew she wanted to know whether she was looking perfect. But I showed her what she’d look like if she gained a few pounds. She looked quite stunned. She checked out all angles (just to make sure I was lying), and then she huffed out of here. Without tipping.

(On a mirror at Peaches, the salon)