I see myself differently than others see me.
I look in the mirror and see a short little Italian girl. Most days I feel about 18 years old. Unsure. Quiet. Trying not to attract any attention. I am more introverted than extroverted. I have to make an effort to meet and greet people. If I know someone, that changes everything. Usually my being shy astounds people I know. I do not appear to be shy in a group of friends.
I have a bad body image, some days. Growing up in my family meant lots of weight jokes. Even when no one in my family was overweight. I remember weighing 103 lbs. in high school and still being told I was chunky. I wore a women's 5-6 then. It is a pretty common occurance, women and bad body image. It is a fight not to succomb to the media's version of the ideal woman.
So what do I look like? I am short by the national average stats. A mere 5'1". Brown hair... when I leave it its natural color. Dark brown and currently very short. Dark brown eyes. I like my eyes. I like the shape of my lips. My two top front teeth are slightly crooked, barely crooked (I hated wearing my retainer so I didn't). Olive complexion thanks to my dad's side of the family. I wear glasses and don't mind it in the least. I think my toes are kinda odd. My uniform of choice is a baggy pair of jeans and a t-shirt. My converse are falling apart and I am on the look-out for a pink pair of low-tops. I love silver rings and earrings. I collect funky necklaces. I have only one tattoo. I wear too much patchouli and I drive a 2000 New Beetle.
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