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Be something you love and understand.

Pretty Young Thing, you have lovely skin, whether tiny or voluptuous. Your hair shines, whether light or dark. You know just how to wear it well, tossing to and fro.

Our mama's mama would say, "Won't buy the cow if the milk's free."

Pretty Young Thing, your smile is fresh and white and your eyes won't reflect the world's woes for many years. Blue, green, brown but mostly golden and it's not easy to look away from them.

Our mama's mama would say, " Won't buy the cow if the milk's free."

Pretty Young Thing, your sense of style is razor sharp. You know just how to wear it well, revealing this bit of skin or that bit of that. Firm and flawless, you emerge into womanhood.

And it all seems harmless enough until your mama's mama reminds you won't nobody buy the cow if the milk's free. But what pretty young thing ever related to a cow metaphor?

Then, as it turns out, modesty does matter. Because how can you find your Waldo in a crowd of gawkers? Because no man can be a Prince when your charms are exposed.

Because your thoughts are not like his.

He thinks with his eyes and what message will you send? Because, to his eyes, it's not a Show and Tell but a Will or Won't.

Pretty Young Thing, you have your whole life to give yourself away and you will, for better or worse. Chances are, you're better than you think you are and no one will be worse for it if you keep some to yourself until you find The One who cares enough to see inside.

Pretty Young Thing, you are so much more.


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