Confessions of a Movie Star

“Look over here Ashley!”

“Smile at the camera!”

Flashlights kept on shooting at my face as I parade on the red carpet. Walking down the red carpet was almost a weekly affair. Appearing on magazines with my natural perfect face in which everyone was dying for. Photo shoots done by the best photographer. Attending parties held by the rich and famous people. Shopping for clothes without even thinking of the cost. Getting my hair done in the most famous salon by the most famous hair stylist. This was the life that everyone was hoping for.

In actual fact, I hate this life. I had to always look perfect in everything. Attending parties was boring especially when I have to look as though I was enjoying it. I never had any true friends. No one to pour out my troubles and worries to. Everyone wants to be my friend just because I am popular.

Being Miss Perfect was not an easy thing to do. Plastic Surgery was my only choice. I had to do my nose as it was too flat. I had to cut my eyes to enlarge them and have double eyelids. My face was fake. In fact, my whole body was fake. I feel like a doll, a perfect doll. There was no room for mistakes. Not even once in my life.

I had to smile wherever I go just in case a paparazzi pops up in front of me. I had to look glamorous in everything that I do.

Paparazzis- I never like them.

I never had any privacy ever since I became a movie star. Not when I am doing sports or having my rest. I really want to quit my life and go back to the past when I have so much more freedom and privacy.

Yet again, the paparazzis’ camera went “snap!”
“Smile Ashley!”