The first thing you’d notice about me would probably be my height. Because I’m a tall, tall girl. Six feet, one and a half inches, to be exact. And to answer the two most-common questions I get when I divulge this fact... No, I’m not a model, nor have I ever modeled. And no, I don’t play for the WNBA. Anyway, I have a delicate structure (read - I’m bony), long, toned limbs, and your basic hourglass figure. I have short, pixie-cut hair, the color of which is subject to weekly change, and dark blue eyes. Thanks to years and years of brushing faithfully twice a day, I have good teeth, which you’ll see, because I like to smile a lot. I’m a big smiler. As for my attire, think your basic punkrock girl... baggy, lowriding pants, some sort of T-shirt or ripped-up sweater, and most importantly, my Doc Martens boots. I don’t really wear make-up on an everyday basis, but I do wear jewelry... any amount of silver rings, necklaces, earrings, etc. I have a few tattoos too, a four-leaf clover on my shoulder, a Celtic trinity symbol on my lower back, and an orchid on my ankle. Lastly, if we were to pass in the street, you’re bound to notice that I’ve got a cigarette in one hand, and my husband in the other. Which leads us to... |