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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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