Women’s Struggles

No matter what she did, no matter how many times she adjusted her blouse, the agony of the boob gap between the buttons threatened to reveal she’d opted for comfort rather than style in today’s bra choice.

She sat on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face as she categorically refused getting ready for her night out. Two minutes previously, whilst attaching her false lashes, she sneezed.

Her inner voice had a knack of speaking for her mind before her mind had a chance to think things through. Like five minutes into her date and she thought “and I shaved my legs for this!”

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


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