Part I: Encounter "I'm not pretty," she said, with a cigarette between her lips and her legs swinging as she lounged on the couch, those words rolling from her mouth. "Isn't that the point of love? You don't have to be pretty to feel it?" I found myself defending her, a stranger, which felt strange, yet I've always believed it foolish to think only the beautiful deserve love.
My Body, Not Heart.
My Body, Not Heart.
My Body, Not Heart.
Part I: Encounter "I'm not pretty," she said, with a cigarette between her lips and her legs swinging as she lounged on the couch, those words rolling from her mouth. "Isn't that the point of love? You don't have to be pretty to feel it?" I found myself defending her, a stranger, which felt strange, yet I've always believed it foolish to think only the beautiful deserve love.