I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!. I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,. That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait. With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy..
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring. . I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented.