The Girl's A Straight Up Hustler

Enough

Oh yeah, sure.  Add some more fucking stress to my life and tell me that I’m not pretty enough.

Not pretty enough?  Not pretty enough for what? 

To look at?  I’m offending your eyes.

To fuck?  My hips don’t sway the way they should.

To live?  To exist?  I’m not pretty enough to go to Trader Joes and buy milk.  I’m not pretty enough to come home and read a book.

So I’m not going to spend my time in the library working on my thesis or at home with my friends and my puppy.  I’m going to spend in the salon chair.  At the manicure table.  Naked in front of the mirror hating everything about my beautiful body. 

I’m going to spend my time trying to be pretty enough so I can get on with my life.