I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.
After all, all we demanded was a right to twinkle.
I don't want to play sex roles any more. I'm tired of being known as the girl with the shape.
Remember now, Cheers, no tears.
When it comes to gossip, I have to readily admit men are as guilty as women.
You must feel attractive to be attractive.