aka THE DAY I WATCHED BODY PARTY
First, foremost and probably most obvious – THAT BODY. You don’t get a body like that when you spend days sat on your fleshy cushioned behind eating chocolate cake and fingering yourself in front of The Jeremy Kyle Show.
As you may know a good body leads to good style. This is the girl who 101% pulled off that low cut demin, scully, boyfriend beater, curb chain look in ‘Like A Boy’ without looking like a brutal lesbian. Plus she did it six years before you lurky ‘streetwear couture’ heauxs.
Ciara can dance, and she can also do the sex dance. Do I need to tell you more about the Body Party sex dance? I’ll keep quiet because my words just don’t do it justice. Just minimal clothing and tastefully big mammaries. Dancing also keeps that body tight as there’s truly nothing worse than feeling like you smuggled a bake sale into the party.
Beautiful people like Ci-Ci get invited to fairytale beautiful people parties next to pools with endless liquor. Nobody is sweaty even thought they’re grinding on the floor. People have big bums but they are…like…perfectly big. They never get liver disease either. Oh hell, you’re beautiful for just being there babe…rap game Aphrodite.
Her hair and make-up. Look at it and look at that perfectly shaped slightly cherubic face. She can do that laidback ‘oh yeah I’m just wearing a dark plum lip shade with my hair thrown up like this’ mode and then switch into that bombshell high-end stripper thing that makes you want to seek a few hours of solitary confinement in a cupboard.
It’s a good job I didn’t watch the Body Party video at work because I would have being spinning round and round on my chair until they called security and hauled me out. I’m so homosexual for Ciara. I’ll quit cake for Ciara.
