Not Your Kinda Girl♥

I know that I’m not a supermodel-type of girl. I’m not petite. I am more of a voluptuous type. I don’t have a perfect hair—mine mess-up a lot. And most days, it doesn’t fall out right. I don’t have pretty dress, designer bags and shoes. I dress up based on comfort, and seldom goes by the trend. I love the colors of black and red, because they enhance my complexion. I am picky, perfectionist, and sometimes OC. I have a list of my own rules and standards, and I exempt only those who are worthy. I am bad-tempered when I’m not in the mood, but I can lengthen my patience if I choose to. I am “mataray” and “maldita”—I never deny that, because that’s part of the person that I am. I am mean and I can be a total bitch* if I have to. You see, I am not your perfect kind of girl. I mess up a lot! I can break hearts in a snap, but I can mend one with a laugh*. I can be kind. I seldom make judgment if I know that I am in no position to make one. I make mistakes—a lot. But I know how to forgive, as long as I can…with or without apologies uttered*. I give chances—always, if you ask for one. I give my trust completely. But if you break it, then it’s gone. But if you can mend that trust, then it’s going to be a gift—don’t waste that chance*.

When I love someone—people—like family and friends, I take care of them…make sure they’re fine. Wipe their tears, laugh with their hearts out, and give them a shoulder to lean on…with our home always open…and TIME to spend with them. I devote myself to people I love*… hate those who hurt them, and thank those who make them smileJ I know I’m not perfect, because no one is. But if you give me chance…and try to know me…maybe, just maybe—you’ll fall in love with the imperfect ME♥