A Surprisingly Sane Blog

…that was wearing white shorts the day her first period started.

…who dances like a swan but trips and falls on the curb into the street.

…who manages to be a doormat regardless of how hard she tries to be a bitch.

…that appears to live her life as an open book, but has more secrets than she will ever admit.

…who lives an incredibly social life despite suffering from social anxiety.

…who could never really figure out “what she wanted to be” when she grew up.

…who made her dad and brother cry when she moved away.

…that wanted four kids but will never be able to mentally or physically bear that weight.

…who secretly fears she is just a mean, horrible person underneath the smile.

…whose bite is a million times sharper than her bark.

…who can squeeze into a size four, but still looks in the mirror and sees a blubbery chick staring back at her.

…who is pierced, tattooed white trash and wouldn’t have it any other way.

…that feels uncomfortable in ritzy areas and much more comfortable in the ghetto.

…who feels angered by Catholicism yet still deep down believes in most of the faith’s teachings.

…that has a brown thumb and still manages to grow flowers in her Seattle yard.

…who loves bright-colored paint, including her orange kitchen walls.

…who has made some stupid, selfish mistakes in the past, but is learning to move forward.

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