I’d Like to Believe I’m a Nice Girl

Nice girls finish last, too. Not with relationships, necessarily, but with themselves. Before they are nice girls, though, they are good girls. Sitting so still, blending into the rose-colored upholstery while the grown-ups chatter above and around them. They nod, doe eyed or deer-in-the-headlights, as adults tell them to “Think about others first,” and hiss, […]