Little Bits

I am witty and funny. I cry easily in movies. I yearn for motherhood. I am socially conservative and fiscally liberal. I am a feminist. I strive for greater things. I have a secret soft spot for Eminem. I like to paint. I would make an excellent OB/GYN. I have absolutely no desire to be a preschool teacher. I like to eat soup for breakfast. I love my naturally curly hair. I gag on my toothbrush every single morning. When upset, I resort to either violent outbursts or crying. I have very strict brand loyalty with all hygiene products. I used to want to be a photojournalist. I am smart, but lazy. I can recite the first 20 digits of pi (3.14159265358979323846) by memory. I sleep with my pillow cradled in my arms. I was terrified to get my ears pierced- when I was almost 19. I consider myself to be a phenomenal blogger, whether anyone else shares this idea or not. I like hiking, but I'm not good at it. My favorite beverages are water and club soda. I have worn glasses for 8 years, and have never put in a contact lens. I love shoes. And books. And movies. And I too many of each of the above mentioned categories. I know next to nothing about computers. Or eyelash curling. I know absolutely nothing about cars. I like to cook and hate doing dishes. I don't own hairspray. I don't like Twilight or Zac Efron. One of my eyes closes when I'm really smiling or laughing. I love inside jokes. Once I worked at Old Navy and saw a stuffed puke green monkey with only one eye. I felt sorry for it and bought it. He's sitting on my bed right now. His name is Billy. My first job was as an elf on a train. My first real concert was the NSYNC Pop Odyssey tour. I love Eric Carle. I don't wear much jewlery at all. I don't like freshmen. I can sew on buttons. I don't know how to make a turkey but I do know how to balance chemical equations. I like Jane Austen and Pablo Neruda. My love language is physical by a landslide. Ducks make me happy. I have no desire to be a stay at home mother/wife, although I believe that it is the dream future of many women. I don't dance. I love the Dead Poet's Society. I love potatoes no matter how they're cooked.

At times I feel insecure about myself. But right now, I feel beautiful. And I realize that in years to come, someone else will feel that way about me, too. And they'll love these little bits about me as much as I do. Even if I leave Billy in my room for the rest of my life.