She wasn’t a normal person. She was different.
Her hair was medium length, soft and wavy, falling in such a way to frame her face. She had eyes that shone as bright as gems, a green Moissanite shade. Her voice was gentle and quiet, with a raspiness that made her singing voice naturally lower than most women (an Alto). She had a slight lisp and stuttering problem, so she struggled to articulate herself verbally.
She was so intelligent. She loved to read and learn new things. There was a plethora of random facts that she knew, things learned from school and books that she had never forgotten because they were so interesting to her. When she focused on something, 9 times out of 10 she could figure it out for herself without any help. But she wasn’t just book smart.
She was street smart as well. After the life she’d lived, she knew how to outsmart others for the safety of herself and her family. She knew deep down when a person or place wasn’t safe to be around, and she voiced those concerns to those close to her in the hopes they’d listen (which while growing up, no one really did listen until it was too late).
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She held her head high and purposefully ignored the looks she’d receive from others while in public. She didn’t consider herself beautiful- she was a bigger woman, short too- but that didn’t stop people from staring at her, nonetheless. She knew that half of those looks were full of hatred and disgust from cruel, judgmental people, while the other half were full of lust and desire from men; men she had no interest in being around.
She was bullied as a child, so it didn’t faze her that grown adults had that same attitude toward her even still. She was made fun of for things outside of her control- her voice, her height, her shyness- and it was no surprise that despite her natural beauty, she was called ugly as well. It took decades for her to finally believe that she was perfectly and wonderfully made, exactly the way she was.
She had such a big heart, full of love and compassion for every living thing. She felt deep sadness when witnessing others picking flowers to keep in a vase or causing harm to a poor defenseless animal. She stood up for what was right and wrong, even if others disagreed or mocked her for it. She knew that showing love and kindness went much further than hate and ridicule.
She was sure of her purpose in life; spread love, joy, and respect to everyone regardless of their past or present. She had her limits, though. She was entirely uninterested in truly evil people (like those in office, for example), knowing when to dust herself off and move along when her love and presence were unwanted.
She wasn’t perfect by any means. She was only human, after all. But she tried every day to become a better version of herself, to reconsider old patterns and habits that inhibited her from reaching her full potential. She was patient, and honest. She was so full of optimism and hope, not only for herself and her own life, but for others and their lives as well. She could always find the silver lining for those who needed a glimmer of the hope she had. She was a good listener, and she truly cared for others in a way that made the world scoff. But she could not and would not ever stop being who she was.
No one had to understand her; she understood herself. No one had to love her; she loved herself. No one had to give her anything for her to be happy; she already was. The power she possessed was more than enough for her to make a change in this world, and she knew that.
Now it was time for the world to know.