Here I am. All 5 ft 7 inches and 123 lbs of me, standing in my flip-flops, blue jeans, and favorite hoodie, in front of you. This is it! This is all I am. This is all you'll get. There's nothing more. No tricks up my sleeves. No gimmicks. No after-party with fireworks, orchestras, and circus gymnasts.
I’m just me. Simple...plain...predictable. No sassy struts in size zero pants and stiletto heels. No faddy name-brand shirts or manicured french-tipped fake fingernails. No platinum blonde up-do or face made-up for the red carpet. There's no part of that in me. I can act, but not good enough to pretend to be your mysterious fashionista, your trophy, or your Victoria Secret’s Sex-kitten. I've been told too many times to count that I'm silly or too nice. Honestly, I’m kind of a nerdy-girl-next-door type. Make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into before you agree to this. Am I what you want for forever? Is this what you’ve bargained for? Don’t imagine me to be someone I’m not. Because this is all I am - I’m just me!
