jason-50304917 @jason-50304917
I've been writing about myself on the floor of this bathroom for what feels like hours now. My name is Ginger, and I'm 27 years old, which is young enough to still be called a "girl," but old enough to know that I'm not getting any younger. My hair is red, or at least it was before I got out of the shower and started writing about myself. It's messy now, but I like it that way. The freckles on my face are what really set me apart from other people, though. They're spread all over my nose, cheeks, and forehead like a map of constellations.
I've always been a bit of an oddball, even among my fellow introverts. While they were busy trying to fit in with the crowd, I was happy to be alone, writing stories about girls like me who are obsessed with their own bodies. It's not something you typically hear about in polite conversation, but it's true: we ginger girls have a certain... je ne sais quoi that drives us crazy sometimes.
As for my build, well, let's just say I'm petite. But don't let that fool you – I can pack a punch when I need to! And speaking of packing, look at those painted toenails of mine. They're black as coal and pointed straight out like tiny little rockets ready to take off any second now.
But enough about me for now; tell me more about yourself? What brings you
