The perfect life. How might you define that? The perfect boyfriend? The perfect, loving family? The best grades and top in the school? The perfect future waiting outside college with open doors just stood in your direction? However you may define the 'perfect life', well, that's what she once had.
She was the girl that stood out, like a familiar face in a crowd of strangers. She was the girl that would always appear immaculate, unintentionally. She was the girl everyone thought they knew, but really they didn't. No one would ever quite understand her as i once did.
The model on this weeks front page. That thigh gap, slim waist, large chest, those perfect facial features, that overall desired shapely figure - that's what she had. However she did not ask for that. When in the book of life do you ever get to design your desired persona? Because she certainly didn't.
Notice this, i am talking in past tense, this means that what once seemed like her 'perfect life' is now no longer. You simply just cannot quite mess up as she did.