#iwillhave

“Moderation?”

A foreign word to me. Has always been.

The foundation stone of “Extreme-Me” was definitely my first lighter- experience. I was 4 years old and I burnt my left eyebrow. Yap. Of course the whole. No half-measures with Lisa-Maria here. Looks awesome by the way. (High five to eyebrow make-up.)

At primary school everyone had braces. In different colours. And seriously..              THEY WERE FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!! Blue, green…whatever…awesome awesome awesome! It´s a large understatement that i wanted to have one too. When my friends with braces (nearly everyone) talked to me I had to concentrate to look into their eyes and not to stare at their beautiful braces. Okay, so I finally had an appointment at my dentist. I was reeaaally nervous and already thought about the colour I wanted to have for my braces. Ah so exciting!! Jewellery for my teeth. After feeling so naked all these years.

Then the depressing news. My teeth are perfect. Seriously? Thanks for nothing Monsieur! But  I´ve always been creative or more like…crazy and decided to throw myself onto the ground in order to change my teeth. Result? Blood in and around my mouth. Pebbles in and around my mouth. Silliness in and around my mouth. Great idea. Lisa-Maria at its best. Big cinema. And of course no braces for me. And on the top of that it was sexy plaster-time. Fail one.

At high school I decided to know the french dictionary inside out. Seriously? Yap. And of course during the break and not during the lessons because I was a nerd. (Just managed the letter A by the way) Fail two.

When I do sports, then for a few hours. When I open a peanut-butter-glass, then I will finish it at once. Although I already have stomach-ache. No half-measures here again! I study all night long or do precisely nothing…

In life, it is about balance for many things. Taking on an extreme approach can be dangerous! Dangerous…