I stand in my mirror and look at my reflection. I’m no longer a child nor teenager, or lady. I am a woman, a full grown woman and it seemed like yesterday my mom was brushing my hair in pig tails. I remember my first love my first heartbreak. I wish the first heartbreak was my last. A swirl of exes cross my mind. I wonder how a few of them are doing? I always wondered was that their intentions to hurt me? I untie my robe to get dressed. I remembered when my closet was full of dark colors and boy like clothes to hide my body. I didn’t accept it until after high school. Now, my closet is full of curvaceous clothing to hug every inch of me. I’m still a tall 5’9 without my heels. Who would have thought animal print corsets and high heels. Shy chubby girl doesn’t exists anymore. Just a curvalicious vixen with a healthy sexuality and sex life. Nothing is ever too taboo. Never stopped allowing myself to be happy as I look at the flowers on my vanity from my new found love. Biological clock is ticking because I have yet to hear the patterning of little tiny feet. Education I have it still working on it. Diamond ring not one on my finger yet. Once upon of time I thought I was going to be the future Mrs.Jones. Dressing myself with my t-shirt and jeans, its nice to be the girl next door sometimes. Can’t believe I gave the guy next door a chance. Did I mention we were only a couple for a day. Yet we were inseparable when we kids. Dang it why do I wear these heels? I guess its for the added sex appeal. Then I wonder what are they looking at? I can’t help it I have created a brand new me. My exes are green with envy. I cried my tears after all you broke my heart. I gave you the tears you wanted from me. Want more well I won’t give you because I’m drunk on new love. I stride in my red pumps head held high. Nope no one can knock me off my high horse. I told you I was gonna write a book and guess what I wrote it. Finally time to let all my talents shine. Its a million things to do in a day. Yet I do a thousand things that I couldn’t get done yesterday. I strive so hard because I’m my biggest fan. Even if no one ever truly cares for the novels I writes who cares. Because everyday this is me. Me at my best.
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