I wake the next morning to Blithe crying and stand. Something in my stomach rises and I run to the bathroom before doubling over. Confused, I sit there for a few minutes before washing my mouth out and trudging towards Blithe's room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard