My father bless his heart, loved his “gravy” and his pasta. This was not lost on his oldest daughter, as nothing screams comfort food to me more than a heaping bowl of pasta, gravy and some delicious simmered meat. My father loved to infuse his gravy with flavor long before it was a thing! But…
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Terminally Pretty
“While I still loved playing sports, riding dirt bikes, and all the other stuff I had enjoyed before, I found my adrenaline rush was now coming from the endorphins of a boy-girl crush, some Baby Soft Perfume, Kissing Potion Bubble Gum lip gloss, now became something different in the eyes of the guys that once only saw me merely for my quickness in the outfield, and my ability to stop a flying puck with ease. It was such a confusing transition, and when my friends (boys) would say you look really nice, when I’d walk around the block to elicit their attention, I didn’t feel that way, and I wanted to so badly! It seemed like the more attention my looks garnered, the more I convinced myself that I was horrid.”
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