Manifesto Ultimatum: Day 1

Sheesh. Everyone calm down. Here I go.

My face.

Just woke up. Don't judge.

K it's actually really hard to take a self-profile.

I don’t look like anyone in my family. They’re all blonde. I’ve got the darkest hair (not that dark) and tannest skin (not that tan). I’ve got two symmetrical moles on my cheeks under my eyes that I definitely like. I have a dog mark on the right side of my face from when a dog bit me. I was scarred, literally . I secretIy like it. There’s also a horizontal scar on my upper left forehead from when I played tag with the corner of a coffee table. Definitely like that one too. My nose has got the “White bump” on it (a trait from my father’s side). I’m actually really comfortable with my face. I mean, what else can you do about it? Just remember, you may not be the most attractive, but you’re not the ugliest either. If you want to get specific, I like my eyes and teeth best. Sometimes I secretly want crooked teeth. Don’t ask, I’m not sure why. I’ve also got the unfortunate follicles to grow a unibrow. Maybe fortunate? We’ll see if those are in next season.

I’m very opinionated, too honest, and too aware. I love all things movies, musicals, and people. Mostly people. I’m slightly OCD, germaphobic, and one of those stereotypical, self-diagnosed ADD people. I love music, as cliché as that sounds. I have a toad named Skeeter, I’m still surprised he’s alive. I’m really not afraid to be myself, and don’t care much for people who don’t accept that. I’m optimistic, and really just pleased to be alive. Also, if you’re in, you’re in for life. Figure that one out. Resident James Dean fan. Also, if I’m not making you laugh, I’m doing something wrong.