By. Lauren

I have short curly hair that never looks just right.
My hair is a light brown it has no depth it has no life.
It is thin and frail yet stays volumes to keep me looking alive.

My eyes are a dark blue some may say they look grey.
They look like windows to a soul that has been numb for far too long.

I have fair skin.
Skin like Elsa's frozen tales.
It does not look healthy at all.

I have short legs.
They can not carry me far.

I have a small frame not much to keep me up.
I am still shrinking.

I have tiny feet it's a miracle I am still standing.

All of this makes me who I am a plain girl with not much to her name.

Why would you ever want to know me?