So Much to Say, Part One

Secret Agent Mama rose to a challenge. I’m gonna try, too.
As women, we’re drawn to self-loathing. We’re not thin enough, curvy enough, hairless enough, flexible enough. Seems we’re never enough and someone else is always too perfect and it begets a brutal type of envy. Hatred even, sometimes.
Photoshop and America’s Next Top Model and celebrity [...]

Thanks, Ninjas

So I managed to make someone smile without having to make monkey noises. This makes me happy. I like making people happy. I’m a people-happier. This is what did it and the reason I didn’t work last night.

© 2007 Rizabeth
But today has made up for it (not working last night, I mean). During naptime alone [...]

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