There’s Something Living Inside My Mirror
There’s a woman in the mirror who haunts me.
There’s a woman in the mirror who haunts me.
Next, there is the cups. During my menstrual cycle I temporarily get bigger boobs; not big enough to warrant buying a new bra, but for seven days my cups runneth over.
Flirting with strangers is going to ease your ability when it comes to approaching people.
I want to look attractive, but I am not trying to look attractive for anybody but myself.
Buttercup doesn’t fit the standard girl role. Her “spice” gives her tomboy mannerisms, making her the tough and strong one.
No wonder I found my own eyes to be unappealing! Society was telling me that they were the least desirable.
Just as a superhero has their signature item they use when in battle, I put on my red lipstick before I step outside to face the world.
Not only black women wear weaves. I mean, have years and years of ‘Top Model’ taught you nothing?