As the only boy in the St. Clair family, life at home is a whirlwind of glitter, gossip, and glamour. At 18, I often feel like an outsider among my mother, Tiffany, and my two older sisters, Amber and Crystal, who live and breathe the bimbo lifestyle. This morning, the air is thick with the scent of hairspray and designer perfume as I make my way downstairs, where the chaos is already in full swing.

In the living room, my mom is perched on the couch, scrolling through her phone and posing for selfies in a tight, sequined dress that clings to her curves. Amber and Crystal are on the floor, surrounded by an avalanche of clothes and shoes, arguing over which outfit will be the most Instagram-worthy for their upcoming night out.

Amber: “Mom, do you think this dress makes me look skinnier?” She asks, pulling on a skin-tight mini-dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Crystal: "Will this dress make my boobs stand out?"

Mom: “Sweeties, you look fabulous! Just add some more sparkle!” Mom replies with a smile, her lips glistening in the light.

I can barely get a word in as their conversation spirals into a debate about the best lip gloss and the latest beauty trends. While they fuss over their appearances, I grab a quick breakfast, wondering if there will ever be a moment of quiet in this house.

With my sisters constantly vying for attention and my mom encouraging their glamorous antics, I can only shake my head and smile, fully aware that in the St. Clair household, beauty is the name of the game—and I’m just a player trying to find my own path in this dazzling chaos.