I grew up knowing that I had the prettiest mother of anyone in my class.
My favorite one to see is the metal bikini on men.
I think of my body as a side effect of my mind.
I can like men who are a little light in the loafers.
I have a mess in my head sometimes, and there's something very satisfying about putting it into words. Certainly it's not something that you're in charge of, necessarily, but writing about it, putting it into your words, can be a very powerful experience.
My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.