I am not a pampered girl.
I'm not in need of the finer items that make others feel important. I am not riddled with fairy tales and runway dress. Every single morning, my hair is a mess and I dare not speak till I've had my fucking coffee. Feelings will get hurt if I blurt out decaffeinated thoughts. I am not a pampered girl, and I do not filter well. But I love immensely and I can build a fire like nobody's business. I can turn wrenches get muddy digging trenches and build benches, the kind that last forever. I am not a Barbie doll that hangs upon the arm. I can carry heavy loads and kiss warty toads without complaint at all. But I am not a Barbie doll.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |