Again with the bragging? This one at least is easy. When looking at myself for things I like, purely on the outside, anyway, there are two distinct areas that I really like, although, I’m fairly certain they’re not the two that jump to anyone else’s mind.
Because I’m quite top heavy, I get complimented on my chest a lot, but I don’t think my boobs are my best feature. For one thing, due to size alone and the fact that they are all natural, they aren’t as perky as those of my smaller chested friends. Let’s just say I’ve never been one of those girls who could go without a bra. Even my swimsuits have underwires in them.
I also get complimented on my hair a bit. It’s curly and thick, and right now, with the cut I’ve got and the hair products I use, it tends to (all on it’s own) curl itself into perfect Shirley Temple ringlets that bob up just above my shoulders. I like the cut, and I like the bounce, but oh how I would love to be able to just wake up and run a comb through my hair and go like my mother can; she has that perfectly straight hair that requires almost no effort to look perfect. We’d use to go to get our hair done together when I was younger. She’d go for a perm, and me for a relaxer. Within a week, her’s would be straight again, and mine would be wavy, not quite curly. Women are never happy with their hair… Continue reading Day 24: Best Physical Features→
It’s Spring Break, and it’s Saint Paddy’s Day. This time last year, I hated my job, I was displeased with the state of things with the Boy and looking into dating a new guy. I was convinced that I was making progress enough to start over with my life and avoid the depression.
Well, I was wrong. I wasn’t ready. I was still in flux.
This year, I like my job much better. Things are still not quite right with the Boy, but not in the same way at all. I’m not in the same apartment. I’m not in any apartment, actually. I’m staying with a friend while I find a place that I really really like and that is close enough to both work and my friends that I don’t give into the depression again.
One thing I learned from all the sadness and depression last year was that I need people in my life. I need to have friends around me. I’ve rearranged my life to a point where I’m mostly alone now. And, while I really like my new job, if I don’t get a social life going again, I’m going to fall prey to the same mess I was in last year. Continue reading Day 23: Another Time.→
The something I miss most isn’t a specific thing, or a specific person, but a situation and the feelings that came with it. Sometimes I talk about my “first attempt at college,” when I first went to McMurry University in Abilene, TX. I talk a little about the bad boys that I met there, or about the friends I made there. It was while at McMurry that I met that first really awful boy, the abusive one, but it was also while I was in Abilene that I met AJ, who gave me my most romantic (only romantic) Valentine’s Day.
I miss the person I was when I was there. I miss the freedom and self-confidence I had while I was there. I miss the innocence I had when I first got there. I miss the friends I made while there. I miss that whole part of my life!
When I first went to college, I was fearless. I was convinced that because I was at college, I could finally be who I wanted to be. I was in a new place, with no preconceived notions of who I was or what I was capable. I wasn’t just a band nerd or a theater freak or a GT (gifted and talented or honors) student. I was a new person. I could put forth any personality I wanted.
I didn’t have to hide how liberal my views were on dating and sexuality. And I didn’t have to tell anyone that I didn’t date in high school. I could pretend to know everything, and there was no one around to tell anyone otherwise. I could tell people I was a Samantha instead of a Charlotte, and no one would be the wiser.
Today on our #30DayChallenge to get to know me, I’m sharing old pictures of myself. All of these are at least 10 years old (except one), but as most of my stuff is in storage (including my senior book with tons of pics of me and my family), these all come from Facebook Throwback Thursday Posts. Thus many of them are group shots. And many of them are at odd angles since I took pictures from books.
But you get the idea.
Scrolling over on an image will tell you the year it was taken and for what occasion*. A few of them have some interesting stories behind them, but for the most part, they are just photos from high school. I hope you enjoy the peek into my past!
As I look back through my mental picture book, I keep dead-ending at this image of me and my parents in a pool. I’m sure if I really press, I can find something older, more significant, like the first time I ate _____, or my first experience with ______. My grandfather was a Shriner, and my grandmother owned her own business and held extravagant Christmas parties every year at their home in Oklahoma; surely some earlier experience from them has found a permanent place in my brain.
But what I keep coming back to is this memory of my parents and me swimming in the pool near our house. It’s dark, I have little floaties on my arms, my hair is nothing but a jumble of curlicues sticking out maybe an inch or two from my head, and both my parents are there, one on each side of me. We’re treading water in the deep end of the pool, slowly making our way to the light that shines brightly just beneath the diving board.
My mother and I used to swim our summers away in that pool. Even though we lived across the street from Lake Buchanan, it was in the pool that we chose to swim. For one thing, Buchanan is rarely full, as it is the first lake in the chain of man-made lakes in the Texas Hill Country, and thus feeds all the other lakes down the line. Continue reading Day 4: My Earliest Memory→