She knows she’s beautiful. She’s sassy, sexy, and not afraid to wear a plastic garbage bag for a hat, because she can make it work. Just possibly, she’ll strut around wearing nothing but a slightly burnt whole wheat pizza crust on her head. Because she’s got the kind of self confidence you could back a truck onto to give the mechanic a better look at its undercarriage.
I don’t have the heart to tell her that her corn muffins are unevenly mounted. It might hurt her feelings.
I am, I’ll confess, a little worried about whatever that is trying to escape from her abdominal cavity. It looks like there’s something large trapped there, trying to force its way out. Maybe it’s her inner child? Possibly her inner adult, actually, this is clearly someone who self-actualized at age 10 or so and stayed there. Otherwise, she’d be wearing more clothes.
From this angle, she’s suddenly the kind of person that would put a giant candle in her hat, which may be more inner child than I’m honestly prepared to deal with. “Naked woman Who’s Embraced Her Inner Pixie And Has a Flaming Hat” is a lot to bring home to mom. Particularly if mom’s got low ceilings. Though it would be worse if mom ended up with her wardrobe tips.
Goodwill near 620 and 183, Austin