Written Selfie
I’m a few inches lacking of 6 foot. My shoes are never dirty but they never look brand new. My legs are long and skinny and I like when my jeans squeeze me just a little. My torso is long and skinny like my legs. It’s a little crooked because of a curve in my spine but I put on a t shirt and it’s almost unnoticeable. My face is an oval or it would be if my jawline weren’t so defined. My facial hair rarely makes it past a stubble but when it does my jawline and cheek bones are sharpened. My lips aren’t slivers but I wouldn’t call them plump. They’re somewhere in the middle hiding a straight white smile with it’s share of imperfection. A genuine smile is admired by the drawn back bow of the lip and the laughter in the eyes and their brows. Mine are brown and in the heat of the day or the heat of an argument they turn badly burned orange. When I’m sad they get a dusty charcoal dark. My dark brows start medium thick, have a slight arch and point. When you see them work together parentheses frame my smile and three lines transform with my expression on my forehead. Curls rest on the top of my and fade shorter from my temples to my ears and the back of my neck. Medium brown unless the sun is around to show the different shades almost the perfect compliment to my eyes and my salted caramel skin.
