I am…
I am…
A daughter, the middle child of three, raised on good manners, in a city with the intentions of getting out.
A friend, to go to with any problems or secret, that has your back unconditionally, and makes free time whenever needed.
A cheerleader, that is fighting most stereotypes, spending all of hours at the gym and at school, who is leading students and fans at games, that is struggling to get new skills, and is almost too old to do it anymore.
A single lady, who doesn’t need any man, who plans to travel, who doesn’t take it from anyone, and has a bright future ahead.
A sister, who follows a shadow, that is second to do everything, who everyone knows, and has to live up to the standard that has been set.
I am…
Energy drinks and coffee in the morning, sweet tea in the summer, pumpkin pie in the fall, and sweets all year long.
Old crumpled notes and letters, glossy pictures, and pencil streaked drawings.
Worn uniforms, unused bows, gold, silver, and bronze medals, and trophies that sit on a shelf.
Seashells, graphic t-shirts, and keys chains, souvenirs from trips and vacations.
A metallic pink straightner and a huge walk in closet.
Sleeping in any chance I get, cuddled in a bed with lots of covers.
I am…
Dark brown eyes and original beautifully tanned skin, and blurry eyed until I put my contacts in.
Short and small, but not tiny like a twig, curvy with muscle that could lift up to ninety pounds.
Wedges and sandals, Uggs and skinny jeans, messy buns and mascara, lots of black and white.
Growing older quickly and leaving the past behind.
Wiser and still learning.
Not a child anymore.
I connect with a number of things you listed here: sweet tea, a big closet, lots of black and white, wiser and still learning. Even the bows remind me of my sorority--many of the girls wore them in the 90s and we were known as the Bowheads because of it. :) Thanks for creating a blog. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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