Body wore culottes and a side sway well. The lines on its face spoke of a life less mundane, lines that spelt Botox-induced-youth, in big bold italicised font. No evidence of the drowned Hennessy and two-pack-a-day tobacco habit.
Its curves sculptured by beetroot salad, scalpel and a gym membership, all prioritised in routine alignment for the perfect curvaceous result.
What remained semi-flawed, makeup camouflaged in golds and reds and clothes in all black. Now she could take on the world.
Body – 10 out of 10