I can’t help it. All it takes is one cheesy Christina Aguilera song at the Stop & Shop and I’m done for. Convinced. I AM beautiful no matter what they say.
No matter if I arrived there in a mini van with my daughter’s 5 year-old Sponge Bob sticker lodged onto the back door. No matter if I haven’t dragged a brush through my hair since the day before.
I am ready to remedy my life with a discount taco kit, a dab of lip gloss and the hope that somewhere near the ice cream aisle I will come to some type of an agreement with myself that life is about more than a top 40 song, but for now it is everything…
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