Re: Lyric St.Clair // D10 // Finished

I take pride in my hair. It’s long, wavy, and dark brown, cascading in waves down my shoulders. I usually don’t have any problem getting it to lay the way I want it to, thank god. It’s usually shiny, except when it’s really humid outside; then it just gets uncontrollably frizzy. But I don’t mind that too much, I mean, no one’s hair is perfect all the time.

I think my ears are too big for my head. And they jut out from the sides of my face, too, like a monkey! (I saw one in a picture book once) I try to hide them with my hair, but sometimes they just have a mind of their own and they stick out anyway.

My eyes are dark brown, framed by long eyelashes so thick it looks like I’m wearing eye makeup all the time. I’m not, though, there’s no way my family would ever be able to afford anything like that. My eyebrows are sort of sideways ‘L’ shapes. My face is dotted with freckles. I’m outside almost all the time, and every summer I get more spots on my cheeks. I think that by the time I’m like thirty, my whole face will probably just turn brown.

I’m about 5’7”, and I’m glad that I probably won’t get much taller. Growing up, I’d go out with boys and they always happened to be shorter than me. I don’t think they minded too much, but to me it was embarrassing. In my mind, boyfriends should be taller than their girlfriends; otherwise you can’t do that thing where you rest your head on their shoulder. Well, without bending in a weird direction. Thankfully, though, at this point in my life most of the guys are taller than me.

I have really broad shoulders for a girl, which I both hate and love sometimes. There are days when I feel like my head is too small in proportion to the width of my shoulders. But then, there are other days, like when I’m working a lot around the farm, when I’m happy for the added strength it gives me. Other girls with narrow shoulders might not be able to lift as much as I can.

I really don’t like my lips at all. They’re really big, and they turn outward too much. My mom’s always saying how she likes my lips, but I think she has to say that since she’s related to me. I wish they were thinner, like some of my friends’ lips.

Like my shoulders, my hips are also very wide. I don’t like the way my belly is really skinny, and then right next to it it’s like, “BAM!” huge hips. My mother always taught me they were called ‘child-bearing hips’ and that I’d be thankful for them later on in life. But I don’t feel like bearing any children at the moment, and I am not thankful for them right now.

I hardly ever wear sandals because I’m embarrassed to show my feet. They’re long and skinny, and my toes are practically fingers. The big blue veins stick out from the tops of my feet so much that it looks unhealthy. It’s really gross.

I would say that I’m an outgoing person. I mean, I’m not the type of girl who would just walk up to someone and just shout my opinions in their face or anything, but I’m not afraid to speak my mind or stand up for a friend, either. My parents don’t call it outgoingness, they say it’s just called a big mouth. I disagree; I think being outspoken can be a lot more useful than just having a big mouth.

Though I’m not all that good at schoolwork, I’m a quick thinker. I can work my way out of tight situations quickly and without much panic. I have a good memory, too, which sometimes results in me holding accidental grudges against people.

My mother says I can be too vain sometimes. I’ll admit, I do care about my appearance, but I don’t go around the house singing, “I am awesome, I am pretty, lalalalala” (okay, not the best song lyrics ever, but it was an example.) I am attractive, but I don’t think I’m that obsessive about it. I’m just… very appreciative of being blessed with good looks.

I’m also very blessed in the fact that I have no shortage of friends. I seem to attract people, not just guys but people of all kinds. It’s a good thing, too; I hate being lonely. I’m not sure why, but I’m always happy when I’m surrounded by other people.

I’m very persistent, and I guess you could also call me downright stubborn depending on the situation. When I start something, I don’t give up on it until it’s finished. I’m stubborn in the fact that I don’t stop trying until I get what I want. It sounds kind of bratty when I say it, but sometimes it’s a good thing. It tends to annoy the people around me, though; they think that I think I'm always right about everything.

Also, if I want something done, I do it myself. I’m very nitpicky and if someone else does something for me I always end up spotting errors in what they’ve done.

As I said before, I’m not that good at anything related to school. I’m very attentive and I have no problem listening to what the teachers are saying in class, but for some reason the information doesn’t go to my head. I get called slow in school sometimes. I prefer to learn at my own pace, by exploring the world around me and learning from my successes and mistakes.

I’m something that I like to call an optimistic pessimist. If the people around me are really excited and super happy about something, I’ll say something pessimistic. In example, if one of my friends said, “Oh my gosh, Lyric, that really cute boy named so-and-so just asked me out!” I’d probably say something like, “That guy who picks his nose?” But if the people around me are sad, like if one of my friends were really upset, I’d say something along the lines of “Look at the bright side!” It’s a weird habit.

It takes a lot to make me really upset about something, but if I do get upset it usually results in one or a combination of the following:
A: Irritability
B: Snappiness
C: Pouting

I can’t help it, but I really like boys. I’m very flirty towards nearly every boy I meet. I don’t really like serious relationships, because I don’t like to think about the future, I like to live in the present because I know you can’t plan your life ahead of time. But I do enjoy the company of boys whether they’re just friends or boyfriends.

I love horseback riding. I’ve been riding since I could walk, and I’ve always been really good at it. That’s pretty much my only talent, though; I’ve never been too great at sports and even though my name is Lyric I can’t sing the way my father can.

Rain is probably my least favorite thing. I know it makes everything grow, and I know we can’t live without it, yada yada yada. But I hate it when it rains because that means I’m stuck inside and I hate being inside.