You won’t always be pretty
I remember clearly the day I became invisible. Walking through the mail with my teenagers, all the females were noticing my son and and the males were noticing my daughter.
I remember clearly the day I became invisible. Walking through the mail with my teenagers, all the females were noticing my son and and the males were noticing my daughter.
Beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder; it is in the mouse click of the photoshopper.