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I am sitting deliriously happy, grinning as my ET grade is slowly rising up from a lowly 62 to a complacent 88. I am approval-seeking junkie and to me being called "profound" is a more blush-inducing compliment than being called "hot".
I like feeling comfortable in my 23-year old body, I feel this age really suits me. When I was 16, I hated my body. I was too skinny, angular and twiggy, but my mom used to say that I'm just going through an "awkward teenage phase" she went through as well. She turned into a stunning beauty, and at the age of 23 some German photographer wanted to put her in his art show.
I am not stunning like my mother but I enjoying knowing that some guys find me hot. Of course, I am blissfully unaware of any attraction until someone blatantly tells me two weeks after I stop obsessing the latest gorgeous boy,
"You know, Jake likes you."
Oh yeah? shit, I liked him too until I found out he wasn't asshole enough. Now I am all about Zac, that know-it-all sexy douchey bastard from my studio who doesn't believe in monogamy. Yeah.
And then, Zac just slowly begins to fade into a background when I find out that he likes someone else. He's just a little piece of my life that makes it so full of flavor. If my life becomes too stoic, I go out of my way like a true gemini, searching for trouble and excitement so that I can be worthy of being mentioned in five or less lines in some trashy New York Times best seller twenty years from now.
I like feeling comfortable in my 23-year old body, I feel this age really suits me. When I was 16, I hated my body. I was too skinny, angular and twiggy, but my mom used to say that I'm just going through an "awkward teenage phase" she went through as well. She turned into a stunning beauty, and at the age of 23 some German photographer wanted to put her in his art show.
I am not stunning like my mother but I enjoying knowing that some guys find me hot. Of course, I am blissfully unaware of any attraction until someone blatantly tells me two weeks after I stop obsessing the latest gorgeous boy,
"You know, Jake likes you."
Oh yeah? shit, I liked him too until I found out he wasn't asshole enough. Now I am all about Zac, that know-it-all sexy douchey bastard from my studio who doesn't believe in monogamy. Yeah.
And then, Zac just slowly begins to fade into a background when I find out that he likes someone else. He's just a little piece of my life that makes it so full of flavor. If my life becomes too stoic, I go out of my way like a true gemini, searching for trouble and excitement so that I can be worthy of being mentioned in five or less lines in some trashy New York Times best seller twenty years from now.