Fakiest faker ever
Then that mean inner critic woke up. I guess she had slept in or maybe she’s in a different time zone. I wish she had taken the dang day off. But no, there she was, weaseling her way into my brain.
What is beautiful?
I’ve never been a fan of conventional anything. Conventional wisdom? No thank you. Conventional beauty standards? No way. And especially not conventional wisdom on what makes anything or anyone beautiful. No flippin’ way.