All I ever ask to God was to meet a girl like her, and when I meet her, all my dreams had comes true.
And then, when I was looking in the mirror I start crying cause I so tiny, and not important, and irrelevant.
Do you have just have those days – those ‘I’m not skinny, talented, pretty, capable enough’ days? It would be strange if you didn’t. It seems that without fail any woman roaming the earth in the 21st century experiences the thief that is comparison. 347 more words