You're curious about me, aren't you?
I'm in my 40s now, but inside, the vibrant woman I was in my 20s still lives. I'm 1.65 meters tall. My weight has floated between 55 and 60 kilos for years—never too much, never too little. My natural hair is light brown, but I've gone through countless coloring phases. Sometimes it's long and wild, sometimes the classic, clean bob cut. I look in the mirror and see a new version of myself each time.
My brown eyes quietly observe the world around me. My nose is small and sharp—people used to comment on it when I was young. When I look at old photos, I can honestly say I was beautiful. Wherever I went, eyes would follow—not because I wanted them to, but because they just did.
I had a piercing. Still have three earrings in one ear. Even without makeup, I would turn heads. I've always cared about how I dress, especially in professional life. I've learned that appearance creates space—it speaks before you do. Dressing well is like armor. It reflects the power you carry.
But behind that outer appearance is a quiet water sign. Outwardly, I'm cheerful, sociable, even funny at times. But inside, there's another world—quieter, a little tired, but still full of hope.
And love? Oh yes, we'll get there.
The wrong men, the ones who seemed like anime alpha males, the butterflies, the confusion... and then, the silence. Where did we go wrong? Maybe you'll figure it out as you read. Maybe you won't blame me—but yourself. Or maybe we'll just laugh about it together