I’m proud of a lot of things.
I’m proud that I’m good at my job. I’m proud that I have been running my own home and supporting myself since I was 17; how many kids of that do you see doing that succesfully, well I’m one of them. I’m proud that I am now 5 months successfully fit free-long may that prosper.I am proud of the fact that I am an unspoilt only child.I’m proud of who I am. The one thing that I’m most proud of though is none of these,nor is it my sexuality.
I am proud of myself.
By discovering who I am during my tender and trouble filled teenage years I believe that I prevented a lot of pain and a lot of hurt. Yes i thought this isn’t right, I should fancy boys. my second thought was fuck it, I don’t fancy boys, screw whats “right”,this is me,take me as I am world.
When my girlfriend first saw me I was with Kel.She didn’t know that.Her & her friends had bets on whether or not I was straight,whether or not i was single and whether or not i would cheat. My girlfriend lost the first,won the second and is discovering the third. I will not cheat. I’m a lesbian who looks like a straight girl because I defy the stereotype. I don’t mean to sound egotistical, big headed or anything else but I am an attractive (so I’m told), brunette. I wear full make up in order to leave the house, my favourite shoes are my stilettos,it takes me an hour to straighten my hair. my figure could be a lot worse but it could be a lot better. I am an average 20 year old girl. I’m that girl in the kebab house with her mates giggling about the fact that I’ve lost my shoes but don’t know where whilst devouring a portion of donner meat. I’m that girl that you see on the bus texting the one she loves. I’m the girl that you see in the club doing shots with her friends. I’m the girl that slapped your sons face when he tried to put his hand up my skirt in the pub. I’m the girl that I think I want to be. I’m the girl that my girlfriends loves and cherishes. I am normal…well maybe that’s pushing it but you get my drift.