Go Ahead and Ask Me

I Want To Be A Galway Girl

"And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl"
-Steve Earle

I'm really good about not disliking my body. I rarely think things like, "Gee, I should lose weight," or, "I'm fat." Instead, I work on my character, which I see as much more important than looks.

But if I could change something about myself, I would have pale white skin, black hair and blue eyes.

I have the pale skin, but I have the splotchy freckles that aren't my favorite feature. I have the blue eyes, even. But I do not have the beautiful black hair.

What I do love about my body:
My ears. They are tiny and perfect and beautiful.
My hands. They are strong, lovely, and my nails grow so healthy-looking.
My feet. But this is cheating. I just plain love feet.
My strength. I'm quite a capable girl, really. It's not sexy to be this strong, but I really don't care. I can take care of myself if needs be. And in the past, the need has been.
I used to have quite the junk in my trunk. It was nice, I was always getting comments, but I'm on my feet so much that my junk disappeared. So it USED to be a good feature. I just needs to find me a guy who doesn't want a girl with a big butt.
I honestly love being short. I'd much rather be short than be tall.
Somedays I love my natural hair color. It's so hard to define it's color... Today, though, I don't like it. To the point that I kinda want to dye it again. I want dark and bold... Black...