The Fat People of America take the escalator one by one, and get fatter day by day. Today the escalator is broken, and so The Fat People of America take the stairs. Their bodies thank them.
Your hair is so pretty, such perfect curls. I wonder if it is natural or treated. You have fuzz in your hair. Should I tell you that you have fuzz in your hair?
Sometimes I like everything about myself, and sometimes I like nothing about myself, and sometimes I only like a little. The doctor gave me an A in health. A because of D. Vitamin D. I seem to be lacking in sunlight. We sit in air conditioned offices all day long, we are pale as paste, our bones are brittle and our hair is dry. And so they bottle up the sun in tiny little capsules and call it vitamin D. Take it by mouth, once a week, and see me in three months. Well I hope my hair gets shiny.
Today a random girl told me "I like your hair". I looked in every mirror I passed by and tried to figure out why.
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