Actually, a combination of people I know.
My obsession with chocolates has turned me into Kim Kardashian from the waist down.
Face-wise, I resemble a genetically-modified tomato, thanks to the super strong retinol cream Mama Becky gave me.
And from my neck to my mid-section, I could be either a boobless Sandra Bullock, or Wanda Sykes. Or Justin Bieber. I can't really tell.
My brain is turning into a big pile of nothing, thanks to a visiting friend of mine called insomnia.
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