The girl within

It's amazing to me:

I am 35 (almost 36).
I wear a suit.
I appear serious and capable.
People listen to me when I speak in meetings.
People trust know what I'm doing.

And yet:

When I deal with my mother (who asks the hard questions), I am ..






I still are and dont know why.


Your opinions on this burning issue of universal importance are appreciated.

The evil within

I like my demure served with a small side of badass