I do a mental hair flip but just shrug; I know I’m pretty—beautiful if we’re being honest. I’ve been hearing it since I was young, flattery from strangers, my parents, family and friends. And, of course, guys. Guys love me. My red silky hair. My slender waist and pouty lips. My fantastic boobs. Vanity is one of my flaws, but I’m not going to pretend to be modest, either. That would be worse.
