My mother is a beautiful woman. She has soft golden blonde hair of which she keeps short these days for the sake of ease and impatience for the heat. She has perfect porcelain skin with just a hint of olive tone that covers features that would blow away any cover model face. She is the only woman I know that looks better without make up even though I can count on one hand how many time a year she actually wears any. And when she smiles…her eyes could light up an entire room. She doesn't smile anymore…my father broke her spirit years ago.

I am not my mother
I am not a blonde
I am not fair skinned
I am not broken