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ii: wwcd (what would coco chanel do)

2: WWCCD (What Would Coco Chanel Do?)

As the iconic Coco Chanel says, 'A girl should be two things: Classy & Fabulous', many times I would never question my idol, but I do just have one question does that apply when your so-called fiancé, screams at you after his basketball game and in a fit of rage he says that you couldn't please him sexually, so he found it somewhere, if we're being specific in a spicy Latina who can and is willing to do the things you couldn't do, and proceeds to leave you walking away with her and making you look like a chump.

Do you still stay classy when the media outlet makes fun of you and calls you a wimp for doing nothing, but what could you do, your heart had been broken in a matter of a sentences. Do you still stay fabulous when the internet makes a meme out of your face, how can you stay classy and fabulous when you have to see them everywhere being named the 'it couple' when only a few months ago you two were being called the 'it' couple.

It hurts like hell, but you can't go hide underneath your covers, because you're the fashion icon of the century, not out of opinion, but out of hard-cold facts, you were the one who made 'Champion' cool again, you were the one who rebirthed 'Puma' after no one wanted to touch them, you were the one who was invited to the Met Gala as Christian Louboutin's date, no one else but you. You became little black girl's idol when you were only a little black girl yourself, everyone knew who you were, you were that bitch. So there was no hiding, you had to ride out the press and rope it back into your favor.

So what did you do, work your ass off until Time Magazine noticed you and gave you your rightful crown and named you Fashion Icon of the Century, and later purchasing your website for well over eight-figures something that has never been done before. Then, you do stupid shit like party all night and get high with Rihanna and Melissa, which causes for you to be on the front of People Magazine, and them claiming that you were spazzing out. Instead of doing damage control you go and party with P. Diddy and Cassie and later found passed out in a pool hugging a duck floatie. This time they call you desperate and say that you are going through it.

Not being able to type anymore I got up from the chair causing for it to make a screeching sound across the floor, I hadn't talked about this in well over two years and Time could kiss my ass if they thought I was going to sit up here and have a pity party over my suckish love life, if they wanted me to give a statement so damn bad then they could do it their damn selves.

"Majesty, love, you here?" I heard Robyn call out to me.

Kissing my teeth I thought, damn me for giving her a damn key, it would be pointless in asking for the key back since she probably made a copy of it by now, "In my room." I mumbled. Pushing the door open to my room Robyn had a pitiful look in her eyes and it pissed me off, I worked too damn hard to not get those looks, I even want on the 'The View' for Christ sake and everyone knew how I felt about Raven Symone, "Don't look at me like that."

"I know—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off, "No, it's fine and I don't want to talk about it okay, so just go back to the Robyn that I love."

"Have you written LBM?" Robyn said straightening out her suit jacket.

Looking at the God awful suit I tried to keep my comments to myself for the simple fact that Robyn has heard it more than one time coming from me and I didn't think she wanted to hear me comment once more about her fashion choices, "Yes—well almost it should be done in a few minutes, after that I can give you that makeover," Pouting my lip I sat at the end of the bed, "I promise it will heal my broken heart much quicker."