I am a 26-year-old woman. I am 5’8” and I weigh 135 lbs. I do not have much in the way of muscles, I’m kinda weak actually, though I like to pretend I could kick anyone's ass. I look at my nose often, wondering if it’s too big. I have a good side and a bad side.
I have moles all over my entire body, but this has never bothered me, it never occurred to me that it should. (Though I’ve had people photoshop them all out and tell me they’ve “fixed” my photo for me.)
I often can’t keep my left eyebrow from arching up into what equates to skepticism, or excitement, or whatever. It’s out of my control. I honestly can’t stop it. I have ridiculously good posture, which stems from years and years as a synchronized swimmer; I suspect this will bode well for me as I age.
I do not eat well. I don’t eat fast food, but I really love pizza and potato chips and I can’t cook. Which results in a lot of pasta and grilled cheese and other simple things. I love to eat healthy - well, not all that stupid health food shit, and tofu, I’m not down with tofu – but rarely do for some reason.
I have green eyes that I like a lot, but that work like shit. If I'm not wearing my glasses or contacts, I can't see what's one foot in front of my face. I have three small scars from when I got my appendix out, but those are the only scars I have. Well I have other ones on my arms but you can hardly see them; I was never really committed.
My lips? I can appreciate them well enough. But I have a facial bone structure that I sometimes think looks manly. I had braces on my teeth for 5 years and hated my orthodontist with a passion so afterwards I never wore my retainer and as a result my teeth sorta shifted around.
My skin gets very dry and is super sensitive to anything that touches it. I’ll scratch an itch and next thing you know it looks like I’ve been mauled by a puma. And I bruise easily.
My face never breaks out, but I get the odd zit and always make the situation worse by fucking around with it. I have hair that I am totally in love with and the last time I got it cut I had a mental breakdown because I felt like I had cut off a part of myself. I have now resolved to never cut it again. Ever.
But whatever I don’t like about myself, it doesn’t matter, because I am a woman and that is the first thing I love about myself. I love the way my body can move because I am a woman; the way I can writhe around and shift parts of myself and position myself so that you are very aware of our differences. I have hips that I sway dangerously as you walk up the stairs behind me, legs that I extend for miles over your lap, an ass that I stick out and trip you with as you walk by.
I don’t have much in the way of breasts, but I think they’re enough, and they’re not apt to sag.
My feminine sexuality is all-encompassing, it takes me over, and intimidates people, and attracts people, and scares people, and makes you ache. I wake up in the morning and do not put on any make-up, do not brush my hair, put on jeans and an old t-shirt and you still tell me I am beautiful.
This makes me laugh, because your ex-girlfriend wouldn’t even go to buy bread without straightening her hair, taking a large amount of time doing her make-up and putting on her high heels. Which is fine, but I’m not that kind of woman. The sexuality that makes you crazy, whether we’re sitting beside each other on the subway, or lying together in our bed, is just inside me, an innate part of me that I discovered one day around the age of 16.
And what makes it work is that I love it, that I love me. And you would do well to remember, that you wouldn’t want me any other way.
I'm Katie West and this is my last post here at the FLNGS blog. Thanks to the boys for having me, it was a great time. Looking forward to coming back someday!
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