"If you were a brand, what brand would you be?" If it was Jeft who asked me that beauty contest question, then I would have answered it enthusiastically, or maybe indecisively, changing my answer every now and then with attempts of justifying in between changes. But the person who uttered those words had a big bump on her tummy, wore black tights and had that wicked "haha, another girl who would die for this job" tone in her voice. Then, I realized it wasn't Jeft so I answered in a fumbling voice, quite unsure of whether the brand did represent who I was. I love Gucci but I wasn't Gucci. So, on my way home, i went through all the brands I know in my head. It was like a roll call. Am I Lanvin? Louis Vuitton? Chanel? Christian Dior? Oscar de la Renta? Carolina Herrera? Then, I found myself just simply asking, "Am I?"
One day, it would no longer be a question. The words would be reversed. And the tone different. "I am..."
One day, it would no longer be a question. The words would be reversed. And the tone different. "I am..."
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