My Cuteness
I was cute. Really. I was. I came across a picture of myself that I had not seen in years. I looked to be about 24 then. And I was really cute! My skin was perfect, my hair full and curly and dark. My body; tight, like a young woman's body is supposed to be. I always had a bit of a challenge with my tummy (that's where the fat likes to go first and I do HATE a crunch) but overall: my body was hot! My legs have always been one of my best features. Long and shapely like a pony's. Back then, it was nothing for my legs to take me from downtown Manhattan all the way up to Harlem. My legs showed. It was nothing for me to take just a couple of step classes and watch the muscles quickly start to pop. My eyes were bright and innocent and dare I say, even hopeful? Now, don't misunderstand, I was far, far, far from innocent in my younger days, but looking at this picture here, I see something in my eyes that looks like hope. I remember trusting but not trustin