The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second.
It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start.
You are the only man I’ve ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me.
And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.

We all have cracks and tears and shattered glass within our souls. Some have more than others. We do not wish to seek one who has none; but we wish to find the one who can say “look at me, look at this.” We wish to find the one who sees every bit of broken glass and who will put those pieces into the palms of our hands and say “please keep them.” And we wish to be that kind of person, too. This is how it should be.

Fellas stop being blinded by the big asses and cute faces. Some men are so concern in having a “bad bitch

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