LIPS.

You are probably reading this and thinking, 'who is she wanting to be kissed by?' or, my personal favorite assumption, 'she's 16 now...was Brynnie kissed?!'. Nope, nope, nope. Both these questions can be answered but they are lame- I'm a "sixteen sweetheart" now (as Paco called me). But, I do not want to be kissed and nobody kissed me... for now. {just jokes!}

During my algebra 2 class, I was thinking about my lips. So, naturally, I wrote them all down. {What else are we to do in Algebra 2 class? Listen? No}

I know that my bottom lip sticks out as I write.

I know I purse them as I put on my makeup.

I know I lick them when I sing; squeeze them as I sketch.

They twitch excessively as I get excited (as do my eyebrows- it's humiliating).

They get thin as I smile.

They get plump when I cry.

I get them red in the mornings.

I get loaded, painful zits on them over night.

I have a freckle on them and some boy's going to be like... mmm.... oh my, a freckle.

Lots of kisses, Brynnie :) 

"So, Brynn, are you going barefoot on your first date?"