I Only Cheer For Chanel.

I know I promised I'd stop writing about this, but really, it needed to happen one last time. I'll make it short.

I AM NOT A NORMAL TEENAGER.
I don't go to football games, I stalk Fashion Week.

I don't take pictures with my friends at parties, I get dressed and take pictures on the street for this blog.

I don't text with my boyfriend, I tweet fashion editors.

 My best friends don't live down the street, they live on the other side of the planet.

I have been given amazing opportunities, and gotten a chance to talk to amazing people, that the average teenager couldn't even imagine. 

(I couldn't even imagine it either, then it happened.)

I am a teenage fashion blogger who is trying to make it in what was once described as "an industry with 10x the bite of Hollywood, and none of the glitz."

And I'm not the only one. There are about a bajillion me's out there nodding their heads right now.

So as you can see, I get seriously irritated when people who have never ever ever even read the cover of Teen Vogue and who really don't have a clue what they're talking about (you know exactly who you are. Or not, you probably haven't even read my blog.) accuse me of "making stuff up" or trying to make myself sound better than them. I can see how from the outside this looks easy, and glam or whatever, but it is a lot of work. I, and a lot of other people, put in a lot of work, from running up and down unsafe hills in heels, to sitting in front of a computer screen for hours. 

It is worth it, immensely so, but GOD are people like that a pain.

 SO STOP BEING SUCH A BLOODY ARSE, AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL.

Sorry, I had a bit of an angry rant there.

You all get what I'm saying though, which is why I lurve you. 

I'd buy you a doughnut if I could. 

I will never be a cheerleader. Only for Chanel.

I'm going to get a t-shirt that says that.

xx,

Justina

follow A Bent Piece Of Wire on twitter|facebook|bloglovin