Before you read this, read some other blog posts. Then comment on this post. From what you read there, tell me what you think I look like.

Now read below the line.

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I’m five foot three in combat boots. My BMI is 20.9. My hair is burgundy, and it’s shorter than most girls’ hair. I need a haircut. The scattered pimples on my forehead never go away, no matter how much salicylic acid I put on them. My eyes are the color of the water in the Meadowlands at low tide, and in photographs, they look dead. I also have a tendency to look like I have no lips in photos, unless I have attempted to put makeup on, in which case they look like clown lips. My legs are short in proportion to the rest of me. I can’t go out with no bra under any circumstances whatsoever. I have a very interesting scar on my left arm from cyborg surgery, and for two months, I had to wear a brace on my arm. This resulted in a Turkish photographer photographing me in Columbus Circle during a reunion. My heels dry out easily. I can circle my wrists with my first and second fingers, which are very long. All of them are. I sometimes look like I have no eyelashes, because they’re short and I don’t wear mascara unless forced. I have very bad posture, which my mother endlessly tries to correct. My fingernails are all broken fron trying to open locker 2015 by the music wing, which I consider the spawn of (evil of your choice) because it always makes me late to second period.

How close were you?

~ by Luna on November 20, 2008.