When I was 11, the whole world was closed to me. I just felt I was on the outside of the world.
Beauty and femininity are ageless and can't be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won't like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it's based on femininity.
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
You never know what life is like, until you have lived it.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.