i enjoy being comfortable in my own skin. sometimes i believe it is the least feminine quality that i possess. the art of being a woman is generally filled with examining one’s flaws in the mirror, complaining about the few extra pounds gained, and searching for compliments in the speech of a friend. i however, enjoy spotting the freckles that i’ve gained from a day in the sun, eating a bowl of ice cream when i so desire, and feeling uplifted by an unexpected “beautiful” passed my way. i am the only one who must accompany myself at all times, so i have simply decided to appreciate my beauty and my flaws. they are all that i have.
i generally fall in love very quickly, and multiple times a year at that. i could blame it on the musician’s curse. but, in reality, every couple of months just bring a loneliness that i use as an excuse to become infatuated with the nearest willing male. after the initial fondness wears off, i always realize that the object of my affection possesses only a few, and not nearly all, of the qualities i desire in someone who holds that place in my heart. and because of this, without so much as a wince, i retract my feelings and close off my heart again. until that brown eyed boy in the band corners me after a show a couple of months later…
