They think we want to be Barbie. While it would be nice to have the time to be Barbie, with perfect hair, teeth, nails, and boobs, I have to laugh at that. There is only one woman I can be like that will get it all done when it needs to be.
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Personally, I don't want to be Wonder Woman for the rest of my life. There are some days when I want to kick back, and let whatever's going to fall apart around me just crumble. As much as I want to, I just can't. I do what I'm supposed to do to make the lives of those around me better, then I worry about mine. Very few days go by now that I actually have time to think about myself, though. Taking care of those around me is exhausting most days and takes up the majority of my thoughts.
There are horrible things going on all over the world. I'm absolutely sure there are people out there that would love to have what I have, including the problems. I'm a woman who just took a time out for herself, and now I have to go pick up the pieces around me. That's all.
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