Fred Astaire, Sylvie Guillem and Ronda Rousey.
Eminem, Pink, Taylor Swift, Dave Matthews Band, Stromae, Adèle, Bare Naked Ladies, Eva Cassidy, Beyoncé, Tracy Chapman, Florence and the Machine, David Guetta, Daft Punk, Linkin Park, Jay-Z, Kanye West, RHCP, Kendrick Lamar… Verdi, Pucini, Shostakovich, Prokofiev, Chopin, Sibelius, Dvorak, Elgar, Mahler, Grieg; I could correctly identify any of Beethoven vs Brahm vs Tchaikovsky’s violin concertos by the age of 11, but I only discovered Michael Jackson at the age of 17.
I’m a loud introvert.
I have a fabulous collection of high heels and be-au-ti-ful evening dresses, but my favorite footware, if I HAVE to wear any at all, is flip-flops.
I hate being late for shows/concerts or missing previews at the movie theatres. If I show up only 15-45 minutes late to any type of social event, I congratulate myself on my punctuality.
I lifeguarded outdoors for 5 summers even though I am prone to heat and sun-strokes.
I hate paying attention to detail. My career is in finance and accounting, and most of the time, I love it.
I love lifting weights, and feeling strong. I love being an Amazon. I am prone to bouts of incredible body self-hatred, believing I am too big to be attractive. Yet I am a proud feminist who firmly believes a woman’s worth is not defined by either her looks or the appreciation of men for her looks.
Today, I went to the gym, and proudly squatted more than one of the guys in my weightlifting/conditioning class; I’ve already identified the next guy that I plan on out-lifting. Then I went home, and gave myself a mani-pedi (peach and lavendar, in case y’all are wondering).
Girliest Beast Mode EVER.