I get a big cup of coffee and finalize my plans for world domination.” When someone walks into a room with a pink pastry box, joy immediately fills the room. “I have a theory about pink pastry boxes. I’m the girl who hides who she really is for fear I’ll fall short. I’m the girl who meets someone halfway decent and then fills in the gaps in his character with my own imagination, only to be shocked when he’s not the man I thought he was. I’m the girl who’s charming and funny and then drives home wondering what she did wrong. ― Liza Palmer, Conversations With the Fat Girl if i could always life in a place with no mirrors or disapproving glances, i would think i was the prettiest girl around.” then i catch a side view of myself in a store window or a department store mirror and i’m plunged into despair. either i feel great about myself or i’ve decided some guy is checking me out. but there are rare moments when i walk around for hours and think i look amazing. mostly i think about myself and how much i suck. “my relationship with my body is like that of an egomaniac with a self-esteem problem. If you click through and make a purchase, I’ll earn a commission, at no additional cost to you.
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