I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.
If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl.
Life works best when we think of people as people.
She fell apart because that's what happens.
We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.
We all use the future to escape the present.