Girls, we do, whatever it will take, cause girls don’t want, we don’t want our hearts to break, in two, so it’s better to be fake, can’t risk losing in love again babe. // My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else, but my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself.
How to Be a Heartbreaker (Marina and the Diamonds) // New Rules (Dua Lipa)
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women