I’m the woman that everybody wants or wants to be.
I’m the woman that goes to dinner with a friendly stranger and excuses herself every 10 minutes to go to the bathroom.
Not that I have a bowel problem but because I need to make sure my lipstick hasn’t smeared and my mascara isn’t running.
I need to make sure my highlights are still popping and my contour still compact.
I’m the woman that goes out to dinner and orders salad,
Not that I’m so interested in being healthy,
But because I need my waistline to remain in its early 20’s.
I’m the woman, as much as I try to deny, ruled over by others.