My long, silky, luscious hair runs across my tiny waist. With every single dark strand clinging on to my damp skin- my oh so sweet pale skin. My fair skin that has never touched the light of day due to my adolescence home schooling, and the repeated act of covering every inch of flesh, from my dainty feet, to my lanky legs, to my broad shoulders. I am a beautiful woman. With my perfect small face with my round eyes and naturally, rosey cheeks. And my perfect forehead that contains my spontaneous brain holding my verbose vocabulary and quadratic formula. Should I go on... I am the middle child of 3. I manage and maintain a MySpace, Snapchat and everything in between. While also maintaining a healthy relationship with distant relatives. I have a vast wardrobe that can barely fit in my walk in closet. I handle a 4.0 G.P.A. My family has met all the leaders of South Korea.. As well as North. And we are worth 10 million american dollars. I am perfect. ForewordThis story is about a confident, humble girl who...  well read on to find out..