Becoming an “It Girl” in the Las Vegas Body-con Dress
The back was nothing but a web of elastic straps, and the front wasn’t low-cut as much as it was nonexistent.
The back was nothing but a web of elastic straps, and the front wasn’t low-cut as much as it was nonexistent.
This was the pact I made with my now and future self: to become the most successful writer that it was possible to be.
“The undefined, complicated, unresolved trauma makes us messy—how do we tell our story without an ending?”