Dental Hygienist, beautiful girl.
"Nice suit, nice shirt and beautiful necklace".
She flatters.
"You have really good taste".
I am partial to silvercolor choker length necklaces.
"Do you have any kids?"
"Two, one boy, 4, one girl, 7."
"You are so pretty. Your husband is very lucky."
She flatters some more.
"I have two, 10 and 9".
She says.
"You are very beautiful and young".
I oblige. But it's the truth.
"Do you want any more kids?"
She asks.
"No, I'm so done."
"You are beautiful. You don't want to ruin your figure".
"No I don't." I answer.
I'm done. I have no mother instinct left.
"You look so nice. You should go out tonight."
She suggests.
"I have trainer session at 5."
Everyone has a story.
Beauty, is in the eyes of beholder.
Beauty, comes with a price.
Beauty, usually arrives in hand in hand with sadness.
I used to say,
"I'd rather be fat and happy, than to be thin and sad".
I am not thin, not happy, not sad, not fat.
I am, who I am.
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