You are not your fancy manicured and pedicured limbs.
You are not your Chanel dress.
You are not your leather boots.
You are not your money.
You are not your fancy college degree.
You are not your glitzy job.
You are not the commodities that you use.
Not your ego.
Not your superior social standing.
Not your lust.
Not your bizarre need to succeed.
Just your favourite worst enemy...
