I am beautiful, oh yes I am. With long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10. I lack breasts-a flat chest makes me look like alien. I do plan to bet a boob job and I will still look beautiful.

More beautiful than any other girl next door and I'm not afraid to admit it. I already know the jealously of other women their breaths smell of intimation and rivalry. They hate me. They want to be like me. That is good, because this will make me feel so powerful. 350 of my long and short-term relationships with previous boyfriends, they have always told me 'I'm beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10. I have dumped them all because I can. I can't keep being with the same man all the time.

This ex-boyfriend Jason whom I dated a year ago was different from all the rest. We met at a party; he was wearing a bow tie and a leopard skin thong. He had always admired my long blonde hair; blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10. He was such a romantic and we talked for ages about what a great couple we'd be. Marriage and children and he even demonstrated how he would carry me on our wedding night. He is very strong and well-shaped muscular body with blonde streaks in his hair - a resemblance of Rocky Horror, but a good-looking legible man.

We have so much in common. We both love sport. He does weight training and bodybuilding. I do Archery and Water-skiing. He arrogant, just like me. Vanity-to keep up his handsome looks his daily routine. Two hours is spent on shaving off his facial and body hair and using the finest moisturisers and toners for his skin. I'll never forget his fake tan creams, and without fail, he would rub all over his body. I have to assist him because he cannot reach his lower back. I don't need to look after myself to that extreme because I'm beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10.

We're not so fashion conscious because we dress ordinary like everybody else. I can wear whatever I want, because I'm beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10.

He's arrogant, just like me I suppose. He blatantly boasts about sleeping with 250 women. I told me that I dated 350 men who were mostly footballers and television presenters, because I'm beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10.

He is sexist but I'm not sexist. The other day, he said 'A woman cannot do without a man especially when taking pleasure of the cock.' My best friend Amanda replied 'Bullshit! (In her feminist tone.) 'What an unintelligent comment to make especially coming from a male gigolo who needs a crash course in Lesbianism.'

Something odd happened last month, he didn't want me anymore and offended me in every way by putting down my confidence. Let me express my sympathy touch. As a teenager, I was known as the fat ugly duckling and then I took charge and then changed my lifestyle. It was very hard work and now I am beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10.

The other night, I was smoking a cigarette, and Jason immediately left the room with a bad attitude. I wanted to find out what the problem was and so I followed him. 'Take that thing away -it is bothering me!' He shouted.

So I said 'Alright, Alright I'll put it out at least be polite about it. Bloody Hell.'

'You should know better that smokers and non-smokers don't mix. It is so unfair that I had to inhale all of your poison.'

'Don't you lecture me about smoking Jason. When you met me you were not complaining about my habits.' And just when I was about to say the next sentence he told me to keep quiet because he has a bad headache. I ran out of patience with his childish ways and asked him 'What exactly is his problem?' We argued and argued and then I remember what he said to me word for word and it's hurting me inside. 'You only became my girlfriend for one reason because it was convenient for me. You are a classical blonde, bimbo, and an airhead, that is all. You were attractive for sex, but you're not exactly the most beautiful woman in the world. You think that you're so special the way you give me your charms on a silver platter. I don't love you anymore, or will ever be in love with you. It was all a fling, an experiment and a year was all I needed to be with you and now I don't want you anymore. It is over.'

I don't understand. I thought we'd love me. We were good together, but I was wrong. I was bitter at first shocked and hurt; but on the other hand, there will always be plenty of fish in the sea who will have me and the women will always be jealous of me. I work as a model for famous fashion magazines. So I am beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes with the perfect skin, strong white teeth and a pear-shaped figure of (32-22-32) that's size 10 are my accessories.