She messed up more than most people. She did dumb things and opened her mouth way too much. She had zero self-restraint. And she was okay with this. Refusing to be shamed or feel ashamed, she continued to hold her head up high and move forward.
8 a.m. Pilates. The only way to start the day.
Here fishy fishy fishy…
She was scared to let him get too close and afraid to let him move too far away.
Standing tall despite feeling low.
Sunshine on her shoulders makes her… better.
She talked a big game but still had so many moments of doubt.
Not a feather out of place. Eh. Maybe just two.
Frozen with indecision.
Toby’s new hairspray’s 12 hour hold guarantee was a bunch of bullshit.
And suddenly he was all alone.