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‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
‘’Not all powerful women are feminists,’’ my friend, Kathy, reminds me for the thousandth time today. Prior to this, I had a meeting with, Mia Brown-Carmen, one of the most powerful women in this nation, but it’s visible that she is not into uplifting other women. She treated me so poorly, taking time to nitpick my physical faults and looking me up and down carefully eyeing each and every part of my carefully planned outfit, she made it a point to tell me I would never get anywhere unless I got a powerful husband even though I had expressed I had no will to get married repeatedly. I mean, it has nothing to do with feminism, sexism and all that but it just has never been in me. So of course, after that ‘advice session’ I was sulking, her assistant who is male and looks like he’s in his forties advises me that maybe if I would smile more, I would have easily gotten the job and Mrs. Carmen laughs haughtily as if she’s heard the greatest joke ever.
I’m sure she had to deal sexism when she was younger, so may someone please explain what the hell that was because I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel guilty for listening to artists that mention that they’re better than other girls but at the same time, the song is usually a bop. I usually wonder if my pick me girl phase if actually over, I really do because every time I think about it, I cringe…
‘’Rhea!’’ Kathy’s voice startles me, she always does this, ’What is the problem child?” I hiss at her. Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be that harsh, what is my problem? Sometimes when I’m not distracted my thoughts consume me, I sometimes wonder whether my friends will backstab me, whether someone is pout there to get me, whether my nudes are out there somewhere in the Internet, I know to think like that is ridiculous but I can’t help it.
Oh gosh, I think I’ve spent so much blabbering and I forgot to give an introduction to my perfectly messy life, incase you skipped the part where Kathy practically shrieked my name, I go by Rhea Johnson, I suppose I’m middle class, well my parents are cause without them I’m as broke as a joke, I live in Canada with my parents and an antisocial sister and a social brother. I have a friend group, well not quite since we are also in different groups, but I mainly vibe with four people namely, Shaniqua, Jamari, Jacquavius and Kathy. Oh, most important detail, I go to school, high-school to be more specific.
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