It is ridiculous how hard it is for me to answer this.
What I love about me? hmmm. Well, I love my legs. They are long & thin & muscular (not in a creepy man kinda way) from years of dance. Sometimes I see men looking at them and I laugh a little-if they only knew what a Fool I've been
I love that I do really good things for ghetto kids. I love how much I legitimately love them. Some of these kids have gone through things that are so unimaginable but they don't scare me. I think it takes a unique person to do what I do and I love that I do it. People don't get it. But I do.
I love that I am very thoughtful and I try to make everyone around me feel special. Maybe it's because I never really did.
I love my ability LOVE- when I love you-which I don't take lightly- I really love you. Even when it's really hard and I have to work at it. I'd do anything for you-besides illegal shit, I don't do that for anyone.
I love my sense of humor. Rose is one of the only people who things I'm funny but that doesn't matter because we can laugh about almost anything.
I love my eyes. They are hazel most of the time. Mostly I love them because my grandfather, who passed away, used to tell me they'd get me in trouble someday. He was right.
