I was starting to feel a little sad today. Despondent, even. Why? I think too much. I've been thinking about how ugly I've been feeling. Just sometimes we chics have ugly days, ya know? And then I went to go get a shower, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. In my usual outfit-jeans and a bra-hair slightly disheveled, and amazingly smiling. And I just stared for a minute or two. I looked GOOD. Pretty, gorgeous, fucking BEAUTIFUL. So SCREW those bastards at the picture rating website-giving me an average of less than five. I AM beautiful.
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