I don't hate what I see when I look in the mirror. Even if legions of others don't agree. I have accepted the reflection that reliably bounces back at me for its perks and its flaws.
I'm not comfortable leaving the apartment if the bed isn't made or a chair isn't tucked into the table.
No matter the candidate, every detail in a campaign is carefully and strategically framed for our consumption. The devil is in them.
When push comes to shove, no one really cares what you're wearing except you.
My eyes will never be blue; my bone structure will never allow for you to mistake me for a Scandinavian model.
The men who really get repelled by what you're wearing are a little shallow, and you probably don't want to date them anyway.