As I sit here typing... I've placed my little office mirror right in front of me...
What I see is a round face brown girl... hair pulled back. Holding on to this hair, so I don't have to do it. I want to cut it. It will happen soon. I don't want any hair right now... just a little curly ush bush. I'm sure that's going to be a disaster, that's why I'm keeping this hair now. Scar on my forehead. That's my reminder of what happened to me when I was a small child hanging out with my Godmother. The story is, we were out at some store... something like a Macy's, probably Hecht's or something like that. And I was running around the store, ready to go. She was taking her time, and next thing she knew, I was laid out on the floor, screaming, crying, and blood all over my face. The size of my scar is pretty big to me as an adult, so I can only imagine what it looked like then. I don't remember this happening... Now that I think about it... I've had all kinds of trama, so I'm sure this is why I don't remember so much. SMH... Moving on, ears that pop out just a tad. Thin shaped eyebrows. Brown eyes, that have seen so much. That are seconds away from releasing tears at any given moment. It could be something funny, I would laugh so hard that I cry. It could be something sad. Something that I can't imagine is happening to me. Something that I've had happen to me. Something that I don't want my child to have to go thru. Happy tears, hurt tears... I got plenty. Say my name the wrong way, and I'll show you. Strange nose. I remember as a child wondering why my nose looked the way it did. LOL! Few freckles. Perfect lips, slightly turned downward. Just had to apply some more lip gloss. ;-) When I smile, I feel like that makes my face light up. Right now, just typing and looking into the mirror, I look uninterested. Blank stare. But when I smile, beautiful! 1...2... 2 chins, yikes! I really need to work on that... I wasn't always this round, I used to be super duper skinny... This is what happens when you like the foods that I like, and you don't like exercising.
So yea... that's what I see when I look in the mirror.
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