A couple of weeks ago Beyonce was given the title of “World’s Most Beautiful Woman” from People Magazine. I feel like once you’ve got that award in your back pocket you can either:
- A) Finally allow yourself to wear sweatpants all the time (at which point you wouldn’t actually have a back pocket), or
- B) Gaze at yourself in the mirror for endless hours and let your pride shoot up like jack’s beanstalk.
No really, congrats Beyonce, you are gorgeous and have cleared up any confusion about how far I have to go to reach the plane you exist on.
