The Funhouse of Mirrors

They speak. Just one, small, glance. 10. Contorting your eyes to stretch past your lips, with the thought of fourth grade, "Four-eyes!" beauty is in the eye of the beholder 27. Hips become ginormous, and your torso and legs become mere inches, with the thought of that little boy in the grocery store, "Mommy, her... Continue Reading →

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