Spring to me is without a doubt the prettiest season and the season capable of making me the most miserable.
Funny how often those two traits pair together . . .
Spring to me is without a doubt the prettiest season and the season capable of making me the most miserable.
Funny how often those two traits pair together . . .
With few exceptions, a girl doesn’t need to “make” herself pretty, she is already pretty. But in a clear case of nurture over nature, many girls need to make themselves feel pretty.