i sat outside of the starbucks in beverly hills today and did some serious thinking...
a recent lesson learned about
most women here are 5'9, with perfect bright blonde hair, legs that start at their face, and arms skinny enough to stack cheerios on.
they have a closet full of cocktail dresses and get invited to the best parties with the "best" people.
they're never caught without heels on and they eat botox for breakfast.
i just recently reached 5'3.
i generally have about twenty nine fly-aways and a few split ends from attempting to cut my own bangs.
i own twelve pairs of leggings and zero pairs of high heels.
i have seventeen movies taped on my DVR.
i had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for breakfast.
it's good to be different.