I Just Wanna Watch "Beaches" And Throw The Covers Over My Head

I feel bloated.

I feel very insecure and unattractive.

I feel like I want to eat a small town in Pennsylvania.

I feel like I want to just wear my yoga pants and a sweat shirt to work.

I feel like I'm having a bad hair year.

I feel like I need to probably go out and buy a bottle of Tylenol soon, but would much rather have some mellow happy prescription drugs.

I feel like nobody likes me and everybody hates me and I am terribly incompetent.

I feel like I could a) wail on and scream in anger at someone or b) burst into tears in frustration and angst.

I feel like I could also exhibit both dramatic displays of emotion simultaneously.

I feel like maybe it isn't always great, Shania, to Feel Like a Woman.

I feel like God still really has us paying for that whole eating the apple in the garden thing, and I don't really know how I feel about getting punished for some other chick's mistake. I mean, really. Haven't women everywhere suffered enough for that damn Eve?