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.
I want to look attractive, but I am not trying to look attractive for anybody but myself.
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?
Haters Gonna Hate.
Now that a few months have gone by I’ve had time to think about our friendship. Was it a good one?
That is what the selfie is! It marks a time when someone feels beautiful and self assured.
All I ask is that you listen to my ramblings and nod at appropriate intervals, giving me the illusion that you are at least moderately interested in what I am saying.
A few weeks ago, I was talking to one of my friends about an attractive guy I had spotted in a café.