The most extreme example of the species of MySpace-savvy artists discussed in that NYT Mag article is our dear Lily, and as if on cue, she lets us in on her case of the body-image blues. This comes from Lil’s MySpace, but of course:
Sunday, May 13, 2007
fat , ugly and shitter than winehouse
that is all i am , im on my own in america again . I used to pride myself on being strong minded and not being some stupid girl obsessed with the way I look . I felt like it didnt matter if I was a bit chubby cause , im not a model , I’m a singer . Im afraid I am not strong and have fallen victim to the evil machine . I write to you in a sea of tears from my hotel bed in Seattle , I have spent the past hour researching gastric bypass surgery , and laser lipo suction .
Here are the photos she’s upped from her bed. One is before the tears, and the other is titled “me crying in bed.” Awwww.
Don’t worry Lily, most think you’re more hot than not. You’re certainly a little nuts, but adorable doing it. And hopefully, not a chick with a dick. After the jump, pre-body-image-blues Lily, enjoying a chili cheese dog and saying “Fuck you” to fashion.
That’s the Lil we want back.