I know what you’re thinking. I know what you see and I know that, like most people I come in contact with: men, woman, old and young, you want me. You think that I am absolutely beautiful and let me tell you…well damn it, you are right. I am a worker at heart so I did a little research. I looked up synonyms for beauty in the thesaurus and I was so impressed by all of the words that I could use to describe myself: smasher, knockout, peach, looker, but my favorite was ravisher. I am a ravisher.
That was the person that I use to be. The woman, the…ravisher that thought that she was so beautiful. I was…am a good person. Sometimes I look through my photo albums and I remember the person that I was back then. I reflect on the me that could turn heads in the most random of places. Once I was in a grocery store and as I bought my food I decided to count the number of men who looked at me. One, two, six…oh one man got caught eyeing me with his wife and she hit him so hard. I just laughed. I never wanted any of them I just liked the attention. I mean we all like a little attention right? A quick look up one side of my body and down the other. My body. My body, this body is how I got to this place. Isolation. The only way I see the world is on the television, or on the internet. Reading about the lives of the beautiful people. Men and women who have their freedom to live their lives. I use to look like this (shows picture) not bad right?
