The Book of Me, Written By You-Prompt 3: Your Physical Self
I am participating in a new project created by Julie Goucher of the Anglers Rest blog. This is a great way to get to know ourselves and capture our own memories. We all need to remember that our family stories do include us, the family historians, not just our ancestors. Thanks Julie for this great project. I am sure to have fun with it!
Prompt 3: Your Physical Self
Your size – clothes size
Draw your hands
Where Do I begin? I really have never thought of what I look like. I have been pondering this question since prompt 3 was published and I am ready to give it a go. when I was born I was 20 inches, fairly big girl. I have since grown to 68 inches or 5' 8". I really have no idea how much I weigh. My drivers license says 130 lbs. but I believe it to be more in the range of 140-150 lbs. I don't own a scale. I don't want to be enslaved to the scale. I try to keep myself in my size 12 clothes, which works well for my height. I will start the inventory of my physical self with my feet, which I have two size 9s. Attached these feet are ten toes, two of which are pinkies which I think are really small. These feet are attached to two legs. On my right ankle there is a small scar. I obtained this scar from a childhood water fight. Yep, someone threw a bucket with water and hit me in the ankle. I have long legs. I have always had trouble finding pants long enough. Yes, I was always asked, "where's the flood?". I can remember my mom buying some corduroy pants in the boys department. They were longer than girls pants. Oh, well I didn't care. I wasn't into fashion in those days. On my right thigh there is a scar that I received from riding my bike. My hips are slim and my bottom is flat. I have rounder tummy I call my little friend. At times I wish I could turn my head around, because then I would have a flat stomach and round bottom. Ha Ha. I have two hands with ten fingers. The pinky on my right hand has a scar. A little memento from carving pumpkins. Let's just say I am not to adept with knives and carving pumpkins. I feel that my hands are not very attractive. I used to bite my finger nails. However, I think I may have kicked that habit. I currently have nails growing. Attached to my hands are two arms and two shoulders. When I was 10 I broke my collar bone with the assistance of my sister. There is a non-descript neck on top of my shoulders. This neck holds up my head. On this head is a mouth, a nice nose, two pierced ears (these are the only things pierced), and two green eyes, which have become very near sighted. I was in 7th of 8th grade when I started wearing glasses. In my senior year of high school I started wearing contacts. Now I just wear glasses. My complexion is fair. I do sunburn easily. This probably due to my northern european heritage. I am part Norwegian. I have saved what I think is my best feature for last. My hair. I was born a red head. My grandmother called it golden, I do have blond highlights. As I have gotten older, the blond is more prevalent. If you met me you would say it is strawberry blond. All I know is that I have been asked over and over what I do to my hair to get it this color, I say that is what God gave me. This color does not come from a bottle. Well, I guess that about sums it up. I don't think I missed anything important. I am not a perfect person, I may have a few scars, freckles and moles. but I don't have any tattoos.