I am jealous of being able to be straightforward without being called a bitch. 
Of being able to meet someone's eyes without worrying about whether you're being too aggressive or too coy. 
Of being able to be extremely confident, long before people start accusing you of arrogance.
Of being able to assume credit for things you do well, rather than ( Read more... )

So after having looked all over the floor, and under the blankets, and in the clean laundry basket, and under the bed, and in the pile of clothes to give away (because they do not fit me and will be well out of fashion by the time I can comfortably squeeze myself into them), I finally happened to glance up at the closet, where my pajama top was ( Read more... )