I have friends...well former friends...that I (essentially) made...
"Epitome you ain't shit!" <---you judging me n shit
I mean I say that in the nicest way possible but truly, I put them on! I gave them the right clothes, showed them how to do makeup, told them what hairstyle works, and which ones to avoid, brought them under my wings and into my circle of friends, stamped my name on them so they could get the "oh she hang with Epitome, she's cool" acceptance among others I know in my city.
Am I saying I'm some type of socialite or something? Hell no! I do know alot of people, alot of people know of me through people I've dealt with, my family, etc. I realized last year that "damn...I'm pretty well known" truthfully that's not really a hard thing to be, well known and generally liked (such as I) is a little harder. Anywho, I'm off topic...I've made a couple people hot by association with me, and they "grow up" to forget who gave them the golden ticket...c'est la vie...that's life. But the shit that irks me...I mean REALLY grinds my gears...is when these bitches I made try to take my brand name and turn it into a dollar store brand.
"Huh?" <---you a lil confused
They take my style of dressing, how I walk, how I talk, my vernacular (check out that $10.00 word), the type of dude I talk to, etc and essentially water it down and sell it at the dollah sto! There is but one Epitome hunny bunny, stop trying to be ya girl...it falls flat. Besides the knock off is never as good as the original...hence you attempting to steal the recipe and market it in your own pu putt (hehehe) way.
Even twins are different...
Some eye candy for the fellas...
And generally if I'm "making" you...we cut from a different cloth entirely anyway. But I so appreciate it! Seeing a knockoff me gives me a feeling of such smugness...I imagine that Nicki Minaj feels the same when she sees a "5star chick Barbie"
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