From one of “those kinds of women”.
The one and only Ali MacGraw.
It’s that tan skin you only get from spending those summer days outside, swigging beer and whiskey. Watching the boys jump off rock faces. It’s throwing knives at targets better than anyone, and building fires. It’s barefoot beach trips, rooftop dinner parties and summer freckles. No makeup, no frills. It’s wading thigh deep in creeks and swimming in lakes. It’s laughing and yelling and tearing it all up. It’s simple jewelry and even simpler hair styles. It’s to being the tomboy you were in summers where bruises, cuts and battle scars happened.