Brittany Kay

Dig deep. Take a walk down memory lane, all the way back to your eight-year-old self. What did she love to do? What was he passionate about? What set your little, innocent, untainted soul on fire?

My body is the house I grew up in
Through her windows, I get to see
Through her chimney, I get to breathe
Her foundation always supporting me

A lot of people are ashamed or embarrassed to ask sex-related questions, but they shouldn’t be.

I remember when you pointed out a girl in my 6th grade class and said, “Her. That’s who you need to look like.”

Maybe your genes have you set up for failure as far as a crystal-clear face goes. But what about those killer curves you have that your friends would die for? What about your thick, luscious hair that you don’t have to wash for three days?