All About Me
My Family
My Friends
I look into the mirror and I see a beautiful woman. I stand a petite yet athlete five feet, two inches tall. I have tight brown eyes, my mother’s pudgy nose and my grandmother’s high cheek bones. There is a mischievous grin that plays upon my lips and when I smile you can tell that I am my mother’s daughter. I frown a little, although I am blessed with my father’s caramel tone I am also cursed with his bad blotchy skin. I take a step back and view my reflection from head to toe. I see a round face with a semi large head covered with short, wavy, sandy brown hair. A graceful neck sits atop bold shoulders and a strong collarbone. As a child I despised my large breast, as a woman I embrace them. The flat stomach and small waist I once had as a cheerleader has been replaced with a tiny belly and hardly noticeable love handles. My lower body consists of a tight buttock, muscular thighs, undefined knees, defined calves, delicate ankles and small feet. I look into the mirror and I see a beautiful woman who does not understand the meaning of low self esteem. I see a product of my parents, who blessed the world with pure sophistication the night I was conceived.
I have the type of personality that psychiatrists would enjoy analyzing. I do not care about the norm or acceptable behavior for women. There is more to me than a pretty face and femininity. I will not hold my tongue and I will always speak my mind. The truth hurts and I will be a harsh reminder of reality. I am a beautiful, strong, independent black woman. I have spoiled myself and expect for things to be my way. I believe in hard work and ambitious behavior. I do not like many people and I do not expect for many people to like me. I am mean, sarcastic, and stubborn. I am my own person and I will do what I please. To my friends I am fun loving, dependable, and supportive. They also see me as an absent-minded control freak. The men I socialize with find me sexy, intriguing, and flirtatious. My family, friends and the men in my life see these traits that I project to them because I am proud of whom I am.
I look into the mirror and I see a beautiful woman with an interesting family background that has help shape my personality. I love who I am and would not change anything about myself. I am unlike any woman I know and I accept that with grace. I have a strong faith in God and I believe that he will place me where I belong in life. I breathe intimidation and fear no one. The difference between myself and other women, I make being a woman look good.
