Blonde.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar, let me know."

Being blonde is hard work. I hate being what people expect me to be, but I'm expected to be ditsy and dumb and all of the rest of it. Alot of the time I am all of these things, I fail exams and I have no common sense. I forget things alot and I think out loud. I speak before I think most of the time and I look silly almost all of the time. I hate that.

That's why I'd love to be the one on the train that's reading a book, a big book with lots of long fancy words and be able to understand them. Or go for coffee with a newspaper of a briefcase. I'd like to be a tall blonde that wears glasses and shirts, even when she's just kicking about the house.

But that's so not me, and I'd not like to think I was trying to be something I'm not, so let's keep to the normal Heather. But sometimes I can't help but try and prove you all wrong, it's a natural habit for me really. I don't think that I'm anything that you would expect though, probably trying to hard, but I'm always changing and moving forward with whatever's going on around me.

I was born blonde ans I'll always be blonde.