Picture it.
Tiny little girl, wearing low-slung, low-rise jeans – a little baggy, but just in the right places. Her T-shirt is semi fitted, tight in the places you want it to be and short enough to show the barely noticeable hint of a six pack she’s got. Her shoes? Etnies. Girly, phat-laced skate shoes, scuffed with dirt from just kicking shit on the sidewalks and putting out smokes on the soles.
She’s got this hair – it’s strawberry blonde, but actually has all kinds of natural shades in it, platinum, brown, bright auburn. And there’s the chunky black streaks she puts in regularly, too. It looks like she spent all weekend in bed with a young, virile something (maybe she did), and just quickly tossed some bobby pins in it afterwards.
Perfectly, obsessively tweezed eyebrows frame her bright, excited blue eyes, which are shadowed with a bright orange MAC product and smeared with charcoal grey around the edges. There’s no bags or dark circles under them and her crows feet that are just beginning to manifest are not holding their own vats of mascara flakes.
Her lips are always smiling and you can tell from a block away that she uses plain old Vaseline on em. She’s using a cigarette as a direct signal to her oral fixation and lack of nourishment. Coffee and cigarettes, that’s her diet, and there’s always one or the other approaching her smile.
Well almost always.
This chick gives off a flirtatious confidence. She exudes wanting to know all about you. She will jump up and down for you, when you tell her about getting a great deal on smokes/alcohol/a vacation/the new [insert hot musician's cd title here].
She’s got her shit together. A meticulously organized apartment, clean enough to eat off the floor (and bed), with laundry washed immediately and bathtub always gleaming. She knows what she wants to do with her free time, always, since free time is not a misnomer for just slacking off and avoiding work to be done.
She is funny, enthusiastic, not appearing always exhausted and occasionally irate. This chick rarely types the word ’sigh’ in a conversation. She reads for fun, not to get away from life or to make some resolution reality.
That girl was me, about 3 years ago.
As of tomorrow, that girl’s on her way home. Very soon.
