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It's a weird feeling when one of the judges for the Miss Austin competition comes up to you while you're at work and tells you that you would've trounced any of the winners had you entered, because of how flawless your complection is.
I dunno what to tell this lady...I'm flattered, but I'd be too self conscious to enter something like that contest. I almost wish folks would stop mentioning my skin cuz it just reminds me of the shit I could be doing instead of slicing meat and cheese for bitchy customers.
I dunno what to tell this lady...I'm flattered, but I'd be too self conscious to enter something like that contest. I almost wish folks would stop mentioning my skin cuz it just reminds me of the shit I could be doing instead of slicing meat and cheese for bitchy customers.