I may have had brown eyes when I was young, when I was a kid. It said so on my license – Brn, Brn. But, they’ve become green over the years. So green that when I stared into the mirror yesterday I almost didn’t recognize the eyes staring back. Mediterranean diet green. Veggies and olives.
I mostly was something of a chicken growing up. You want examples, let me count the ways. But, I’ve become more courageous over time. Braver around people. Braver around bees. Braver on a bench alone.
I weighed more in junior high school than I do now, and I weigh more now than I did eight years ago. I think it’s a peanut thing.
I’ve never been much for any God, force-fed or volunteered. You know Gretel – she of Hansel and – Gretel was something of a tangible, feel it in my fingers and toes and eyelashes guide a while. Even Sylvester Stewart, you know him as Sly of the family of. He was someone I looked up to in a ‘heavenly’ way for a bit. Heavenly hot fun in the summer time. Heavenly everybody is a star.
I suppose my mom sits up pretty high on any list of influencers so far, both with her human presentation and the DNA thing.
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