Page 4: Miss Cellulite went shopping for shoes..

Shoes are girl's best friends, besides diamonds. 

Miss Cellulite got tired of wearing sloppy oversized slippers and fugly grandma shoes. She is almost 20 years old and YET her shoe fashion sense is edging closer with every minute, on the precipice of being ousted by mainstream society. Just take a trip to any shoe paradise in Singapore-- be it Far East Plaza, Takashimaya dept. store or whatever places there may be, the range of sizes only limit themselves to skinny lil models or the average singaporeans. What about people like Miss Cellulite? 

Miss Cellulite glances down at her own feet and wince. She tugs nervously at her loose shirt and hurries to the shoe section. Garnering her courage, she browses through the glittering array of shoes..

High heels, slippers with delicate baubles sewn in at the straps, strappy platforms, patent wedges and pointed working shoes that boast of fashionista preferences. 

The smells of leather and shoesboxes stung Miss Cellulite's nostrils, but most importantly, the threaten of tears stung her eyes and disgust at her own dismayal state collected at the back of her throat. She has no shoes for her own. She does not even dare to put them on. She gazes enviously at the rest of the giggling women customers, preening and swiveling around the balls of their feet while admiring their ankles and the showy shoes fitted nicely on them.

Salesgirls stared at Miss Cellulite as she walks by. And Oh yeah. She knew what was going on in their minds...

"Omg. Does THAT woman wanna try on shoes? Her fat feet probably won't fit. What on earth is she doing here?? omg. what if she expands the shoes that she tries on!"

Great. None of the shoes could fit the broad front of Miss Cellulite's fat feet. Even if there so happen to have one particular pair that barely could, the following might happen..

1) unimaginable fugliness. The fats on the feet seem to overflow the sides of the heels..

2) when Miss Cellulite steps, the front part of the feet just bulges. No one would ever be attracted by that.

Miss Cellulite gives an inner squeal and totters home in a daze... Maybe.. another day would bring hope.. maybe..