It has often been noted by my loyal male fans that here at Puff Pieces the vibe of the site is quite, well, girly! Yes it’s pink yadda yadda yadda, but that is just me, and I’ve long told them to embrace their feminine side.
But today boy’s, not only has Fun Friday come early but so has Christmas with a very special Fun Tuesday! Ladies you can admire too, or stare in envy as I did, and boys please don’t drool too much, it’s not a good look!
Just because you are celebrities, it doesn’t mean that you are not real women. Right. And I know you have access to super dooper products and processes that the average woman can only dream of, but still here are my questions.
How do you always have saved/waxed legs, bikini lines trim taught and terrific and perfectly shaped eyebrows ALL THE TIME? Does your body never have any spiky down time? If I saved my legs more than twice a week, I’d be in agony, because they’d be itchy and sore (yes I have crap skin), and doesn’t your body need ‘down time’. Like if you wax your legs then doesn’t the hair have to GROW BACK before you can wax them again? Or is it different in celebrity land?
So what do you think girls? I was looking at some pics of Jen Hawkins from Derby Day on Saturday to Melbourne Cup on Tuesday – flawless, gorgeous, and a bloody quick turn around time! So is it just me who has crappy skin and can’t handle the constant shaving, plucking for fear that I’ll walk around looking like a tomato and my body requires ‘down time’ from constant primping? Or is just as simple as a team of stylists and special celebrity people?
So after reading Kerri Sackville’s hilarious post’s on how Nicole Kidman stole her life, part 1 and now today part 2 (click HERE to read them) I decided that I too should share how a famous celebrity unashamedly stole my future life as a glamourous supermodel and ruined my potential of dating one of hollywoods hottest young actor’s.
Yes I am of course talking about none other than Miranda Kerr.
You see as a youngen I was an aspiring model. Actually let me rephrase that, I was an aspiring Supermodel. To the top of the modelling world I was going. I was going to have my hair and makeup done every day to look totally glamourous and I was going to strut my stuff up and down international catwalks like I was king shit, or queen shit, or whatever, you get my drift.
I was well on my way too when I was sponsored by the local Just Jeans and Fashion Fair for the local modelling comps in my good ol’ home town of Tamworth. Super tough competition in the country I’ll have you know. Then there was a new chick on the block. A petit gal from country Gunnedah who travelled to Tamworth to compete in the local comps. And that folks is when my world came crashing down!