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My critics say it's about starving myself,
or throwing up after meals.
I think it's about fashion, and fantasy.

Today I am a butterfly, flaunting my iridescence. Butterflies never have to eat or work or get kids ready for school!

I am sad that those who need fantasy the most can't afford---

I wish M---

I wish they'd---

I still can't say it.

But I'll keep thinking it.


P.S. to my critics: I never starved myself. Yes, plastic. No, surgery.

These headpieces call for a strong neck and back, and not caring what the other dolls think. Only Cher and I are tough enough to let Bob Mackie go all out.

Watch me spread my wings!

     
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