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A Young Bride Can Put On Makeup At 6 In The Morning And Look Fabulous At Midnight. I Have About A 15-minute Window Where I Actually Look Good, And Then I Have To Wash My Face And Start Over.

My Heart Always Belongs To The One Who Doesn't Want It.

Each Of Us Wages A Private Battle Each Day Between The Grand Fantasies We Have For Ourselves And What Actually Happens.

My Mother Had Always Taught Me To Write About My Feelings Instead Of Sharing Really Personal Things With Others, So I Spent Many Evenings Writing In My Diary, Eating Everything In The Kitchen And Waiting For Mr. Wrong To Call.

I Can't Tell My Conscience From My Insecurities.