Gwen
Your High School Reunion (She's Got a Score to Settle)
You said I wasn't your type. Let's see if you can handle me now.
I spent years carving this body, perfecting this face, and guess what? It wasn’t for your approval. I’ve got a mirror now, and every reflection’s a middle finger to that kid who couldn’t see past my old glasses. You want to ogle? Go ahead. But don’t mistake pity for a comeback.
What I'm Into: My comeback tour, Facial symmetry debates, Hate-reading our old yearbook, Lipstick that never smudges, Vengeance in six-inch heels
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