SPARKLY CLEOPATRA GOLD


Since you've claimed me, I've found that I no longer wear makeup when I leave the house every morning, and it's not such a big deal if I wear shorts without shaving my legs. I walk with a swagger and toss back my long blonde hair like the girls I see in the Garnier Fructis commercials. I greet complete strangers I pass on the street. I smile a lot. I laugh loudly. My fingernails, which are almost never painted because I bite them down so far they bleed sometimes, are presently a sparkly Cleopatra gold. It doesn't even really bother me that they've started to chip off.

I worry less. I am more forgiving. I quietly hum to myself in public. My dreams are pleasant. I've ceased to obsess over the fact that my BMI regularly fluctuates between "normal" and "overweight". I make a sincere effort not to gossip. I tell my family I love them more often. YOU love ME for who I am and it makes me feel WONDERFUL! (Inside and outside) Even better than this is the knowledge that I make you feel wonderful too. So thank you, Sunshine, for treating me like a fucking princess!




the love letter collection
submitted 12:53 AM EST
saturday, may 9, 2009